The gentleman was visiting Nanzhen. A friend pointed to the flowers and trees in the rocks and asked, "There is nothing in the world outside of my heart. If flowers and trees bloom and fall by themselves in the deep mountains, what does it matter to me?" The gentleman replied, "You haven't.
When you look at this flower, the flower and your heart are at peace together; when you look at this flower, the color of the flower becomes clear for a moment, and you know that this flower is not outside your heart."
The gentleman here refers to Wang Shouren, a thinker, military strategist and master of mind science in the Ming Dynasty. His courtesy name was Bo'an and his alias was Yangming.
When Luo Baoer read "Wang Wencheng Gongquan Shu" for the first time, he was deeply confused by this sentence.
Are all the things in the world beyond transcendence, or are they all illusory in the mind?
To find the answer.
Luo Baoer then went down the mountain to travel and took a walk in the world.
This journey lasted for a century.
When he returned to the mountains, Luo Baoer suddenly understood.
Once upon a time, when my knowledge was still growing, my mind was vast, and I felt that the mountains were not mountains and the water was not water.
Plants and plants all seem to have spirituality.
But the paradox is that the world will not disappear just because someone is missing. No matter Luo Baoer wants it or not, thoughts cannot change the fact that flowers bloom and fall, and the seasons change.
These confusions began to obscure Luo Baoer's heart, and the shadows of the flowers became hazy.
But when Luo Baoer's century-long travels ended, he experienced joys and sorrows, lamented the impermanence of the world, and gradually became empty-hearted. When Luo Baoer returned to the mountains, he discovered that mountains are still mountains and water is still water. Only then did he realize that everything he had ever experienced was all illusion.
Everyone has his or her own Heavenly Emperor, and there is nothing else within an inch. A flower blooms at a thought, and a flower falls silent at a thought.
From then on, the door to mystery was opened, and after understanding its secrets, I realized that people's thoughts can change reality.
…
So at this moment, can Nan Yingjian, who is wandering between memories and unknown shores, also be able to understand the mystery?
It was obviously many years ago.
But it feels so clear.
Even if I keep reminding myself, I can't wake up from this dream.
Instead, he fell deeper and deeper...
Even Nan Yingjian once wished that he could go back to the past...back to the time when he was an ordinary secret service officer.
In this way, she no longer has to worry about the things in front of her, and can sleep peacefully in Yincheng's arms... Even just a moment of warmth is enough to make her feel very happy.
only……
There are still doubts and reluctance in my heart.
What kind of truth do all these fragmentary experiences want to convey to her?
If there is hope, where is the hope?
In the haze... Nan Yingjian heard the call again.
"Wake up! Please wake up!!! We are all waiting for you! Waiting for you to take us home!"
In an instant, the unwillingness in Nan Yingjian's heart broke out.
She opened her eyes suddenly.
The silver city in front of him turned into nothingness, and everything around him was quickly disappearing.
The scar on my heart is still there, but the pain has disappeared.
She wasn't hurt...those black handprints couldn't hurt her at all.
The wind is still very cold on the grassland...but the sky has cleared up.
When Nan Yingjian turned around and looked at Zhang Fengyu, he was spreading his arms and facing the sky, as if he was hugging something.
But there was nothing in front of him.
The emptiness has disappeared, and the fingerprints have disappeared.
Nan Yingjian shouted loudly: "Hey! Is it done?"
Zhang Fengyu heard the sound, put down his hand, and responded: "Okay, thank you."
Nan Yingjian walked forward, and when she reached Zhang Fengyu's side, she said: "Just now... I really wanted to sense a person... Is this person... the one you planned to take me to see?"
Zhang Fengyu looked at Nan Yingjian and nodded: "Yes, let's go."
With that said, Zhang Fengyu turned around and headed west.
Nan Yingjian followed up, took off the bracelet and said, "I'll give this back to you."
Zhang Fengyu didn't answer: "No, just keep it as a souvenir."
Nan Yingjian was stunned and thought to himself: 'Is it possible that I can still take this thing back?'
…
Without talking all the way, the two of them headed west and walked all night without stopping.
At dawn the next day, Nan Yingjian saw a lake in the distance... The lake was dark and gave people an uncomfortable feeling.
But as the sun rose and got closer, Nan Yingjian discovered that the lake was actually extremely clear, and the previous darkness had long since disappeared... all that was left was the intoxicating blue.
There is a small building similar to a temple building by the lake.
The building has three floors and is ten meters high. The whole building is painted with red paint and has many wind chimes hanging on it, swaying in the wind.
There is also a platform on the roof that can barely accommodate one person. It is decorated with precious stones and looks very strange.
When Nan Yingjian saw this small building, she couldn't help but wonder: 'Is the person he wants to take me to meet an outsider?'
When she thought of worldly masters, Nan Yingjian naturally thought of Dongfang Ruo and her sect "Xuan Ao Da Sect".
According to historical records, the "Xuanwu Sect" is indeed a mysterious sect that originated in ancient China during the Earth Civilization Period...and was a very ancient and rarely known mysterious sect even in the Earth Period.
According to classical records, many sages and mystical sects who influenced an era, and even the development of civilization in the entire world, were closely related to each other.
Although Nan Yingjian could not remember who the representative figures were, judging from her past experiences, the few representatives of the Mystic Sect that had been passed down to the Gaia star civilization period were enough to make people sigh.
If this person is really a senior figure in the mysterious sect, then things will be easier to handle.
After all, people like Luo Shengtian, Dongfang Ruo and Bai Ze gave Nan Yingjian the impression that they were real "gods on earth".
Thinking of this, Nan Yingjian couldn't help but ask: "Brother, is the person living here a mysterious master?"
Zhang Fengyu heard this and said: "Master Xuan'ao?"
Upon hearing the rhetorical question, Nan Yingjian's excitement was immediately extinguished.
"Um...it's the Xuan'ao Sect? Don't you know about the Xuan'ao Sect?"
Zhang Fengyu shook his head: "Grandma Zhuo Yun lives here and protects this lake. She is one hundred and thirty-seven years old, but I have never heard her mention anything about the mysterious sect."
Forehead……
Nan Yingjian was immediately disappointed to the extreme.
But if an ordinary person can live to be one hundred and thirty-seven years old...that's amazing enough.
Anyway, let’s meet first and talk later.
…
Arriving in front of the small building, Nan Yingjian saw two young men about sixteen or seventeen years old.
They were dressed in Mongolian costumes, one on the left and one on the right, guarding the door like two guardians.
When they saw Zhang Fengyu, both of them bowed down to greet him very respectfully.
But he was quite wary of Nan Yingjian and blocked her way.
Nan Yingjian immediately raised her hand and said, "Um, we are together." She pointed at Zhang Fengyu.
But Zhang Fengyu did not help her, but went upstairs alone.
Nan Yingjian became anxious when she saw this, and shouted repeatedly: "Hey! Brother, what should I do?"
Zhang Fengyu didn't look back, he went straight into the house and then went upstairs.
I was brought here, but I was thrown out the door again.
Nan Yingjian was speechless... What is going on? According to the normal storyline, should I enter?
He looked up and down at the physiques of the two young men.
Well, he's pretty strong.
But in front of Nan Yingjian, it was easy to defeat them.
But Nan Yingjian didn't do this. She took a few steps back and then stood calmly downstairs.
While waiting, Nan Yingjian tried to use advanced equipment to secretly take a look at what Granny Zhuo Yun looked like.
But this small red-painted building seems to have some mysterious power.
Under its influence, Nan Yingjian's desperate weapons once again "stopped".
This made Nan Yingjian feel angry and funny... She thought to herself: "When I go back, I will definitely ask Han Kongwen what kind of crap this product is... If it is useless at the critical moment, what else can it be called a desperate situation?"
'Armed', let's just call it 'desperate situation arrangement'.'
Thinking of this, Nan Yingjian smiled. She looked up at the small building, and then shifted her gaze to the surrounding scenery.
Not to mention, the scenery of this lake hidden deep in the grassland is quite beautiful.
If we could build a small house here, we would definitely be able to live very comfortably...
…
At this time, Zhang Fengyu, who was going upstairs alone, had already reached the third floor.
The interior furnishings of the Zhuqi Building are very simple.
There are no tables, chairs or benches made of precious wood, and even the straw mats on the ground are very old.
It seems that the 137-year-old Granny Zhuo Yun must have lived a very ordinary life...
Windows on all sides of the third floor are open.
The breeze passed through the room, which was very comfortable.
In the middle of the house, behind a white gauze curtain, sat a thin figure.
With her back to the stairs and facing the lake, she seemed to be the Granny Zhuo Yun mentioned by Zhang Fengyu.
"Xiao Feng, you are here."
Although she didn't look back, Granny Zhuo Yun could tell who it was from the footsteps.
Zhang Fengyu said kindly, walked outside the gauze curtain and sat down cross-legged.
"I've noticed something unusual about the sky recently. Did the lighthouse notice something?"
Zhang Fengyu said: "No, it is still the same as usual, it is a wrong warning."
"Well...is that so..." Granny Zhuo Yun put down the straw mat she was weaving and said, "The master came here a few days ago. He told me that a friend from far away will come to see me recently... Well
…But I really can’t remember which friends I have…”
Zhang Fengyu: "She is downstairs now."
"Downstairs?" Zhuo Yun's mother-in-law was a little surprised: "Well... then why didn't you take her upstairs?"
Zhang Fengyu did not answer. He asked instead: "Mother-in-law, do you really believe that there is still hope for all this?"
After hearing this, Granny Zhuo Yun asked with a smile: "What about you, Xiaofeng, why have you persisted until now?"
Zhang Fengyu was silent.
Grandma Zhuo Yun sighed softly, and then said with some envy: "Having love in your heart is the most beautiful thing in the world... Even after so many years... you still care about her, right?"
Zhang Fengyu said nothing.
But Grandma Zhuo Yun knew what he was thinking.
"Bring her up. I also want to know who the friend the master is talking about is."