6157 No sorrow, no joy, no worries, no anger, no complaints
The distant mountains are as dark as the river and the sky falls. A simple Taoist temple stands on the hillside. The waterfall flies down from the side. The thin water droplets reflect a beautiful rainbow in the sun.
"From then on, you will be a disciple of my Qingxu Sect, and I will give you the Taoist name Xuming to your master.
I, Qingxu Sect, practice the Tao of forgetting love, and the Supreme One forgets love, without sorrow, without joy, without worries, without worries, without anger, without resentment. Only when the mind is as calm as water can one cultivate the mysterious way, remember, remember."
The old man with a clear face said lightly, his expression was calm and he was indifferent, and he could not see any distractions in his mood.
"It's the master, I remember it." The little boy leaned over and bowed down respectfully.
"Boom..." The picture suddenly changed again.
The earth shook, and the towering peaks collapsed, rolling up dust in the sky.
"Ah..." A scream came from the valley.
It was an ancient village, somewhat similar to the village that Gu Fenghua had seen before that was swallowed by mountain torrents.
At this time, as the earth shook, the houses made of stones were built, and the otherwise less solid houses collapsed one after another.
Someone escaped the disaster and escaped from the village just before the disaster was about to come, but more people were crushed in the ruins. The broken bones pierced the body, revealing the white bone stubble, under severe pain,
They let out shrill screams.
"Hurry, save people!" In the air, a man and a woman walking with a sword stopped. The woman exclaimed and flew towards the village not far away.
But soon, she stopped again and looked at her companion in confusion: "What are you still standing there?"
"Why should I save it?" the young man asked indifferently.
His face was pretty, but a scar slashed across his forehead. Although it was an old wound from many years ago and was extremely light, it also added a bit of heroic and coldness to his beautiful face.
"Why don't you save me? Are you watching them die like this?" the woman raised her eyebrows and asked angrily.
"Life and death are the way of heaven and earth. Besides, whether they are dead or alive, what does it have to do with me?" the young man said lightly.
"I didn't expect that you would be such a person?" The woman shook her head, and her eyes showed deep disappointment.
The young man ignored it and still looked calm.
"Okay, if you don't save me, I'll save me." The woman stomped her feet heavily and flew towards the bottom.
The young man was still indifferent, but after she left, looking at her graceful back, a moment of confusion flashed in her eyes.
At this moment, the rushing mountain torrents, the swallowed village, and the ordinary but full of love and reluctance appeared in his mind again and in Gu Fenghua's mind.
But soon, he suppressed the long-lasting memories in his heart.
"The Supreme One forgets affection, no sorrow, no joy, no worries, no anger, no resentment, and the heart is as calm as water, so that you can achieve supreme mysterious enlightenment." The young man whispered to himself in a low voice, turned around, and left without any hesitation.
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"Xu Ming, this is the lotus seed soup I made with myself. You can try it." The picture changed again, and a girl with a sweet face and two dimples on her face appeared in front of her.
"Thank you, Senior Sister Xin'er, I'm not hungry." In front of the window, a young man with a pretty face, about fifteen or sixteen years old, looked away from the ancient books in his hand, looked at the girl, and said lightly.
The dusk sunlight shone from the gaps outside the window, shining on the slanted scars between his eyebrows, adding a little bit of calm that he shouldn't have at this age.
Hey, have you grown up just now? Why has you grown back? Gu Fenghua looked at the familiar scar and was a little confused.