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Chapter 457: Inheritance (1)

Ming Jing didn't know that Yuexi was worrying about his affairs. At this time, he was staying in the storage room, holding a book in each hand, like a primary school student, comparing words word for word.

After a while, Ming Jing closed the book in his right hand and said with a relaxed expression on his face: "Huh... I can finally understand the seal script. In this case, I can read the set of bamboo slips!" Thinking of this, Ming Jing rubbed himself.

With a bright face, he walked back to the bamboo slips.

I don’t know why, but when Ming Jing reached out to hold the ancient bamboo slip, he felt nervous, excited, and apprehensive, with all kinds of emotions rolling over and over. For a while, he didn’t even have the courage to open the bamboo slip!

"Are you kidding me?" Ming Jing bit his lip suddenly, and bright red blood suddenly flowed out from the corner of his mouth. Part of the blood with the smell of iron flowed into his mouth, stimulating his taste. Ming Jing's expression condensed, and he looked

Holding the bamboo slip, he said: "I finally learned the seal script with great difficulty! How could I back down?!"

As if sensing Ming Jing's determination, the simple bamboo slip seemed to become lighter. At the same time, Ming Jing's heart also calmed down. He was slightly stunned and couldn't help but think of the notes left by An Ma Xiang Meng. With the strength of An Ma Xiang Meng,

To be able to leave such a terrifying illusion in his notes, the author of this bamboo slip should not be any less powerful! It seems that he should be more careful!

Taking a deep breath, Ming Jing opened the first couplet. Well, it had the name of the bamboo slip written on it, "Chongxu Jing"? Why does it look familiar? Could it be Chongxu Dao, the leader of the Wudang Sect in "The Swordsman"

Written in a long way? No, no, the setting of "Swordsman" is the Ming Dynasty. People in the Ming Dynasty had long used Song script, so how could it be possible to write in large seal script!

Fortunately, the second couplet is the author's name, Lie Yukou...

Ming Jing couldn't help but frowned. He must have been from the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period in large seal script. His surname was Li at that time...

"No way?!" Ming Jing couldn't help but shuddered. He remembered an ancient passage that he had memorized in a Chinese textbook. It came from Zhuangzi's "Xiaoyaoyou": "Fu Liezi walked against the wind, calm and kind, ten days ago"

After five days, he will turn around. There are countless blessings he has brought to you. Although this is unnecessary, there is still something to be expected.'

The translated meaning is that Liezi could walk in the wind, and he looked so light and beautiful. He went out and wandered for fifteen days before returning. Liezi was never in a hurry to seek happiness. Although he did this, he was exempted from the consequences.

It's hard work, but you still have something to rely on.

So who is Liezi? Let’s talk about things that others have written! The well-known fables such as "Kuafu Chasing the Sun", "The Foolish Old Man Moves the Mountain", "Alarmist Worries", and "High Mountains and Flowing Waters" are full of literary and artistic stories.

The articles are all from Liezi!

Taking a deep breath, Ming Jing slowly opened the bamboo slips with the mentality of a pilgrim.

'Lao Chengzi learned magic from Mr. Yin Wen, but did not tell him for three years. Lao Chengzi asked him to pass and asked to retreat. Mr. Yin Wen bowed his head and entered the room. He looked at the screen and said to him: "In the past, Lao Dan used to go to the west.

, I looked at it and told me: There is life and energy, and it has a tangible shape, which is all illusion. The beginning of creation, the change of yin and yang, is called life, and it is called death. The most extreme change, due to the change of shape, is called death.

The transformation of things is called illusion. The creator is ingenious and his power is profound, but it is difficult to end. Because the form is ingenious and its power is shallow, it rises and disappears. Only when you know that illusion is not different from life and death, can you compare it with

Learning is an illusion. You and I are also illusions, why should we learn?" The old man returned and pondered the month of March with the words of Mr. Yin Wen, and then he was able to live and die freely. He learned about the four o'clock, thunder in winter, ice in summer, and flying.

Those who walk, those who walk fly.'

It seems difficult to understand, but Mingjing still translated the ancient text into vernacular based on his own knowledge. The rough meaning is that a man named Lao Chengzi learned the art of illusion from Mr. Yin Wen, but Mr. Yin Wen failed to understand it for three years.

He didn't tell him. So Lao Chengzi went to Mr. Yin Wen to ask what he had done wrong and wanted to drop out of school. Mr. Yin Wen bowed to him, then led Lao Chengzi into the room, asked the people around him to leave the room, and said to him:

"A long time ago, Lao Dan was about to go to the west. He turned around and told me, 'All living Qi and all things with shapes are illusory. The beginning of the creation of all things, the changes of Yin and Yang Qi are called life and death.

'Understanding this law, adapting to this change, and changing according to specific situations is called transformation, and it is called illusion. The skills of creating all things are subtle and profound, and it is difficult to understand them all and grasp them completely. The skills of changing according to specific situations are obvious

, the skill is low, so it can happen at any time and disappear at any time. Only when you understand that illusion is no different from life and death can you learn the art of illusion. You and I are also transforming, why do we have to learn it again?"

After listening to it, Lao Chengzi was a little confused, but he still felt that what Mr. Yin Wen said was very high-quality! So after he went back, he thought deeply about Mr. Yin's words for three months, and suddenly he understood and figured it out!

Therefore, Lao Chengzi could live and die freely, and he could control the four seasons, making thunder in winter, freezing in summer, birds walking on the ground, and animals flying in the sky.

To sum up, Lao Chengzi later turned on the protagonist mode, and he was so awesome that he couldn't help it!

"Huh... that is to say, in a sense, illusion is deduced by me seeing through the essence of all things? Then he passed two sentences to Mr. Yin Wen, and Mr. Yin Wen passed it on to Lao Chengzi?" Ming Jing rubbed his head with some headache.

Rubbing his eyebrows, he felt that his IQ might not be enough. But in other words, could anyone really practice illusion to that level? Others could understand, what the hell was life and death at that time?

"Is it possible that I misunderstood it?" Ming Jing couldn't help but look at it again. It seemed that he understood that it was okay to disappear and appear sometimes!

"Forget it, forget it, keep reading!" After thinking for a while, Ming Jing decided to skip this topic and continue reading.

But what comes next is a painting. An old man is leaning on a cane, accepting a hand-over salute from a young man carrying a sword. Beyond this painting, there is another ancient text: "In the past, Zhuang Zhou dreamed of being a butterfly, vividly

The butterfly is a self-explanation, and the dream of the butterfly is Zhou, and the dream of the butterfly is Zhou. There must be a difference between the Zhou and the butterfly. This is called materialization.'

And the last author’s name clearly says Zhuang Zhou!

"This is Zhuangzi's "Equality of Things"! Wait... this young man is Zhuangzi?! This old man is Lao Chengzi? So Lao Chengzi passed on the magic to Zhuangzi? And this bamboo slip is passed down from generation to generation by these big guys

Passed down?" Ming Jing frowned. The deeper he went, the more puzzles there were! But what he was more curious about was which other big guys had written things on it.

Pressing all kinds of questions in the bottom of his heart, Mingjing continued to scroll the bamboo slips, and another painting appeared in front of his eyes. In the painting, Zhuangzi was holding a wine bottle in one hand and talking about something in the palace with a frivolous expression. Among the people present, there were two

The person looked a little thoughtful, and the rest of the people had expressions of 'that's awesome'...

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