Wandering

Chapter 174
(Inscription: This chapter is the last chapter of Volume No.12 "Mountainman Chapter". Ishino and Fujie will end their tracking at the ruins of Immortal Ascension. This volume is called "Mountainman Chapter", as the name suggests-Mountainman is a fairy. This road tracking As far as Tanxianling is concerned, thousands of miles of wind and dust are a symbol.

Ishino met many people and did many things along the way.If you look at his behavior from another angle, what you see in the eyes of the world may be folklore. For example, how would the noodle seller Chen Yan think of Shi Ye?Strange stories in the world may be handed down in this way.

If you don't look at the plot of Ishino's killing and picking up the content of this chapter, then it will be a landscape travel note.The purpose of such a description is just to show that "killing" is not only about swords, lights, swords, shadows, blood and rain, but also about exorcising demons and defending Taoism. )
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The closing place of the first Communist Party of China was in Nanhu, Jiaxing.Nanhu Painting Boat was originally the place where Yingge Yanwu danced and Shengxiao softly spoken, but now it has become a commemorative holy place.When it comes to mountain and lake scenery, there is another place in Jiaxing that is far better than Nanhu Lake, and that is the North and South Lakes located in Haiyan County, beside Hangzhou Bay in the East China Sea.

The North and South Lakes are dotted among the surrounding mountains. Although the mountains are not high, they are undulating like green screens.There is a dike in the lake that divides the water surface into north and south, and the light waves are rippling and the misty rain is pleasant.What's even more peculiar is that, walking across the long embankment, crossing the lake, and then climbing to the front of the mountain, there is a vast sea beyond the cliff at the end.When immortals come here, they will stop and linger, and when ordinary people come here, they wish to be with the mountains and rivers for a long time.

I tracked Fuji all the way through a village at the foot of the North and South Lake Outer Mountains, and occasionally saw a stone tablet halfway into the ground at the foundation of a building wall of a family.There are four and a half characters from top to bottom on the stele, which can be vaguely recognized as "Dong Xiaowan's burial of flowers".Only then did I remember that the North and South Lakes were in front of me, and it was also the place where Dong Xiaowan, a famous prostitute from the south of the Yangtze River, buried her flowers.This ancient flower burial monument has been lonely in the mountains for hundreds of years, but now it has become the cornerstone of ordinary people's walls for some reason. (Xu Gongzi’s note: There are pictures in the “Works Related” of this book.)
Dong Xiaowan is talented, intelligent, beautiful, good at singing and dancing as well as poetry and painting.Together with Liu Rushi, Li Xiangjun and Gu Hengbo, they are called the Four Famous Prostitutes.She collected anecdotes about famous maidens in ancient times and compiled them into a book named "Lao Yan", and her handed down calligraphy and paintings include "The Picture of Butterfly Flowers".It is said that Dong Xiaowan was the first to create Yangzhou bakery products "inch gold Dongtang" and "rolling crisp Dongtang".In the 15th year of Chongzhen, Dong Xiaowan returned to Pijiang as his concubine.After the collapse of the Ming Dynasty, Dong Xiaowan once followed Mao Pijiang to flee to the North and South Lakes.At this time, her husband had the idea of ​​leaving her as an official in the Nanming regime.Dong Xiaowan had mixed feelings. Seeing the flowers fall at the end of spring, she felt that her life experience was drifting away and she didn't know where she would be buried in the future?She used the metaphor of burying flowers at the foot of Jilong Mountain by the North and South Lakes, sweeping away fallen flowers, burying incense mounds, and weeping for red.This moved Mao Pijiang, and he gave up the idea of ​​leaving Dong.

This is the historical story of Dong Xiaowan's burial of flowers.The descendant Cao Xueqin wrote "A Dream of Red Mansions" and transplanted the allusion of Dong Xiaowan's burial of flowers into the book, which became the story of Lin Daiyu.Later, Hong Kong martial arts novelist Liang Yusheng wrote "Seven Swords Under the Tianshan Mountains". According to folk rumors, Dong Xiaowan was attached to Dong E's concubine of Emperor Shunzhi of the Qing Dynasty. This novelist's fiction is still being joked by many film and television drama directors until now.

But I glanced at this stele and didn't have time to study it carefully. I suddenly thought that Xiaowan buried flowers here, but today I want Fu Jie to be buried here.The poignant beauty and the demons in the world are buried together. Whether it is beautiful or ugly, it will be purified by heaven and earth in this landscape.Either sink or sublimate!

At dusk, I chased to the north and south lakes, and Fu Jie had already climbed the peak on the other side of the lake and reached the high cliff by the sea.He didn't leave, and he no longer hid the fluctuating air around him. On the contrary, he exuded a powerful and vigorous aura from the distant mountain peak.Chasing all the way for thousands of miles and never giving up, the moment he stopped when he reached the end of the mainland, it suddenly seemed that we suddenly connected with each other-knowing each other's mind at this time.

Fu Jie didn't want to run away anymore, he wanted to make a break here.Because he finally understands that since I can chase him all the way here, I will continue to chase him anywhere, and I can't get rid of him.Here will be the battlefield where I will have a duel with him.Either he kills me or injures me severely, otherwise this entanglement cannot end.I felt that Fu Jie sat down cross-legged on the top of the eagle's nest, the highest peak in the Nanbeihu Mountains, quietly recuperating his true energy, waiting for my arrival.I also slowed down my pace, did not continue to pursue, and walked up another small hill.

Among the mountains to the west of Nanbei Lake, there is a small hill with two peaks, Nanmu Mountain in the south, Beimu Mountain in the north, the top of the eagle's nest in the west, and a three-mile-long valley in the east.Surrounded by towering ancient trees and lush bamboo forests, there is only one path for access.I walked up this low mountain along the path in the forest, and the sky was completely dark, only the sky was full of stars twinkling.Then, like Fu Jie, I also sat down, meditated and adjusted my breath, and washed away the exhaustion of the journey.I think I can know my heart even if I pay, and we all need to take a good rest and tidy up before finally letting go.At sunrise tomorrow, I'll have a final fight with him.

The mountains are not high, but there are immortals and spirits. As soon as the body and mind are quiet, I immediately feel that there is an incomparably pure immortal spirit here.I suddenly knew what this place was - the name of this place was Tan Xianling, and it was the relic of the ascension of immortals thousands of years ago. The immortal's surname was Tan.

Tan Qiao, a Taoist in the Southern Tang Dynasty, whose name is Jingsheng and whose name is Taijizi, worshiped the Taoist priests of Songshan Mountain as his teacher, and learned the art of nourishing qi with big grains. He is known as "Zixiao Zhenren" in the world.In order to devote himself to cultivating Taoism, he traveled all over the famous rivers and mountains, and finally chose to practice elixir here and concentrate on writing.Tan Qiao built a furnace on this hill to smelt stones, fasted grains to nourish Qi, and collected medicines for local people to treat diseases, and left behind his handed down work "Hua Shu".After Tan Qiao's ascension, people called the hill beside the North and South Lakes Tan Xianling.The ancient Chinese characters "Tan" and "Tan" can be connected. It has been passed down for thousands of years and now this mountain is called "Tan Xianling".

When I was very young, Grandpa Jin taught me calligraphy. He once asked me to write a poem: "The thread is the Yangtze River, the fan is the sky, and the shoes are thrown to the East Sea. ".After finishing writing, Grandpa Jin asked me to memorize it, and then told me the story of Tan Qiao and "Huashu", as well as various legends about Nanbei Lake and Tan Xianling.At that time, I was very curious, and I listened to it as a magical story, and I remembered it very clearly.Although I have never been to this place, once I walked in it was like my memory was awakened, and I felt very familiar.

I didn't sit in meditation, but sat down under a towering ancient tree, quietly feeling the long and clear breath here.I remembered a passage Junzi Feng said to me, which was a passage of the "fetal movement" mental method he passed on to me that night. After the "broken urn" enters the "Xianguan", how to practice in front of the "Xianguan"?It cannot be obtained only in meditation, and needs to be realized by oneself. The so-called "fetal movement" is actually looking for the source of the real person's self, and transcending this source to achieve another state of transcendent existence.

In the Floating Life Valley under Wangqing Palace, with the help of Master Tianyue, Feng Junzi took advantage of the right time and place to send me into the gate of the profound entrance, but further understanding will depend on myself.After entering the entrance door, how long will it take for the holy embryo to solidify and ripen?The heart method says "pregnancy in October".Was that time really ten months?Feng Junzi said no, the theory of October is just a false symbol.For example, I lingered for three days and three nights in the delusional realm, which was just a snap of my fingers to Mr. Feng.Another example is that Fa Hai, in my opinion, has been sitting for 60 years, but for him he just closes his eyes and opens them again.

Judging from the heart formula of "Fetal Movement", "Xuanguan" is followed by "Xianguan", and "Xianguan" is followed by "in front of my eyes". There is a formula "Xianguan is in front of my eyes" in ancient alchemy books.The 36 caves of the first gate divide this realm into four caves for step-by-step practice, and the four gates and twelve-storey buildings passed on by Feng Junzi combine these four caves into one building. What does the phrase "the entrance is in front of you" mean?There is a "porch" before there is a "front". I used to find it difficult to understand, but I suddenly figured it out tonight on Tanxianling!

I thought of Tan Xianren's poem full of Zen - there is no way to go to Penglai, only in front of Tan Sheng's stick.This world is so vast and so small, and the realm I want to pursue is so ethereal and yet so close.The so-called ethereal is because it accompanies me but I don't realize it, the so-called closeness means it is right in front of my eyes!Where?Right where you lean on your staff. The "Diamond Sutra" mentioned "nowhere to live", and then said "should live like this, and subdue one's heart like this".Now I finally understand, although not suddenly enlightened, but also a kind of hazy epiphany.This is "in front of the entrance".The breakthrough of the realm of practice is not achieved in sitting still, but in the sudden realization at this moment
A little sprout in the porch, a little bit of awareness of the state of existence, wakes up from the point of eternal stillness, and grows bit by bit.Gradually, I began to communicate with the outside world. Such a small thing can echo with the entire universe. My small thoughts can retreat to nothing, and my big thoughts can also return to nothing.After I comprehended the power of my mind, I finally fully understood the divine night thunder spell that I created tonight. Its power does not lie entirely in my mana, but in how much power it can stimulate between heaven and earth.I am the "leader" of a realm, the key is how broad the connotation can be condensed in my spiritual world.

One sit is one night.The dew dripping from the branches reminds me that a new day has come.When I opened my eyes, I felt a little dazzled—the sun hadn't risen yet, but the sky was already bright.Although you can't see the sea in the distance, you can feel the sparkle on the sea from the white glow of the sky.A few egrets flew out of the gauze-like water mist by the lake, and the swaying silhouettes of reeds were outlined in the morning mist.I stretched myself, stood up and walked to the top of the eagle's nest where Fu Jie was.

Fu Jie, like me, also spent the night recuperating and practicing among the mountains full of fairy spirit.Maybe it's the difference of mind, we chose different places to stop.I am talking about Xianling, he is on the top of the eagle's nest.The Eagle's Nest is the highest peak between the sea and the sky. The rocky top of the peak is like an eagle spreading its wings, which is somewhat similar to the Wucheng Feijin Peak where Qiye stops.Practicing here, one has the momentum of a small world, and the state of mind of reaching down to the sky and looking down on all living beings.When I climbed to the top of the eagle's nest, Fu Jie stood with his back to the sea and looked at me coldly.I stopped a few feet in front of him, and there was a conversation between us naturally.

Fu Jie: "You are finally here."

"It's not that I'm here, it's that you have nowhere to go."

Fu Jie: "It's not that I have nowhere to go, but I don't want to go. I just want to wait for you here."

"If that's the case, why are you fleeing thousands of miles away?"

Fu Jie: "Can't you see, my injury has healed tonight."

"The injury is your injury, it has nothing to do with me."

Fu Jie: "Do you think you can kill me today?"

"If I don't kill you, how can I know."

Fu Jie: "Aren't you afraid of death? You can still live well if you leave here."

"I don't know life, but I don't know death. I'm not afraid of death, but I don't want to die either. My practice is to live forever. I killed you just to live well."

Fu Jie: "If I kill you, let alone longevity, you will be a short-lived ghost all your life."

"If you don't know death, how can you live forever. How many innocent people have suffered misfortune because of you, and you have killed all living beings, and I am also the living being of all living beings. If you don't get rid of evil spirits like you, how can living beings live forever. If I don't kill you, I will How can I be born, how can I know that others are not me, and how can I know that I am not others.”

Fu Jie: "You are so young, how can you speak like this?"

"Yesterday, I met half of the funeral stele, and I just figured out this morning."

Fu Jie: "If you want to kill, you can kill. Either I kill you or you kill me. It's hard for you to think about it all night."

"I didn't think about you this night. Your injury is healed, and I am not without gain."

There is no advantage in this maneuvering confrontation, and his condescending aura that gathered all night did not suppress me at the bottom of the mountain.Seeing that he couldn't gain the upper hand, he changed his mind and slowly drew out the two-foot goose feather knife.He flicked the blade with his finger, and there was a humming echo from all around the valley. After the echo disappeared, Fu Jie did not look at me but looked into the distance and said: "The magic weapon in my hand is called the light feather. The light feather is never dyed." Blood, however, can transform into thousands of flying blades to kill people. It can also accumulate power between heaven and earth, and send out a dazzling blow that can overwhelm mountains and seas. This weapon can be changed in many ways, can be separated or combined, can be attacked or defended. Since my debut, there have been countless People, like you, want to eliminate demons and defend the way, but under the light of light, they fall into eternal doom, and their practice in a lifetime is ruined."

(End of this chapter)