Chapter 836 Yishan

  Saints...that's how they see people?

  Xu Yishan's mind was a little dazed, and in the trance, Xu Tonghui's voice came unhurriedly:

   "The journey of the road is like the sun and the moon."

  Leng Qingyun's first day into the clan, taught their husband to use a small stick as thick as a snow-white little finger to write these eight characters on a flat black board that took up a small half of the wall.

  …

  Just like that, Xu Yishan, a powerful man on the ground, started a fantastic journey.

  This is... a storybook?

   From hearing the first sentence, Xu Yishan's trance was forcibly pulled back, and he was also pulled back from some conjectures about the saint, and his mind was firmly nailed to the content of the script.

  The storybook, something created by the Juxinglou in Sihaimen.

   In fact, this is also found in Nanzhou and Kyoto. It is not the original creation of Juxinglou. It should be said that Juxinglou follows the practice of other places.

   But in this county town, it is indeed the Juxinglou.

   As for the storybook, Xu Yishan has also read a lot.

   After all, it is something created by practitioners.

   As a high-level cultivator, in fact, he would be willing to touch anything related to cultivation, especially after a high-level cultivation has been stagnant for a long time.

   Initially, he even regarded the script as one of the possible means of breakthrough.

   It is true that most of the writers are low-level cultivators. Their level, their level, and everyone tied together, is not enough for Xu Yishan to squeeze with a little finger.

   But the reason why Huaben is Huaben lies in the fact that it alternates between reality and reality.

   Needless to say, here in Xu Yishan, all the "real" in those words are garbage and not worth seeing.

   But it is those "virtual", which are both fabricated and fanciful.

  When a low-level cultivator breaks through the shackles of reality and begins to fantasize...

   For Xu Yishan, most of the things he came up with were still rubbish.

  However, there is still a little bit, a little bit, and sometimes it can give him some different inspirations and make his eyes shine, "Well, is this still possible?" "Yes, you can try it."

   These inspirations are also very sporadic, and they are all small inspirations, which are considered trivial when seriously speaking.

   But Xu Yishan still enjoys it.

   In addition to practicing, you always have to find some leisure.

   This act of picking up shells on the sand stand is a little pleasure.

  Yes, a little pleasure.

  The waves kept coming and going, going and coming, and occasionally, some shells were left on the beach.

   Pick it up and take a look.

   These shells are mostly similar and rarely novel.

   But that doesn't prevent new shells from being picked up by the waves. - What if there is something new?

   This is Xu Yishan's overall impression of "Huaben".

  Yes, there is a fixed reader for those words in the Juxinglou Word Book Exhibition Pavilion, the county governor Xu Yishan.

   Let those authors know.

  No, even letting Sihaimen know about it is enough to make them proud for a long time.

  Xu Yishan!

   They are Annam's day!

   But, of course, they don't know.

   What’s good on the top will be worse on the bottom. Xu Yishan didn't want his little hobby to deteriorate and be made boring by those guys with ulterior motives.

  So, from the beginning to the end, this hobby of him is just a hobby and is not known to the outside world.

   At this moment, this "old reader", for the first time in his life, did not read, but listened to a script in a rather special way.

   In completely unexpected circumstances.

   What he didn't expect was that this time, he wasn't picking up shells by the sea.

   But without any psychological preparation, he was suddenly drawn into the mighty sea by the protruding waves.

   "The journey of the road is like the sun and the moon."

   These short eight characters, the eight characters at the beginning of this book.

   Hearing it in his ears, it was like being in Dongshan, the spiritual land where he practiced, at dusk, walking at the foot of the mountain.

  The sun gradually sets in the west, and the tired birds return one after another.

   In the silence, suddenly, a huge bell rang.

   is ringing in the ear, ringing in the heart, and ringing in the mountains beyond the unknown distance.

  Xu Yishan's expression became very solemn and his attitude became very serious, even, like those elementary school children in the storybook, listening carefully to every word uttered from Xu Tonghui's mouth!

   "You are a child, I am an adult." The husband said, "I am 'taller' than you, which is a kind of bigness."

   "Small ones are filled less, big ones are filled more, 'more', this is also a kind of big."

   Hearing this, Xu Yishan's shock was inexplicable.

  This is a storybook?

   This is actually a storybook?

  The way of practice, pragmatic approach, must go from near to far, step by step, move forward with integrity.

  It is a stupid person, so lofty and lofty, so conceited. The young people with condensed energy are often on the rank of heaven and saints, and even the ranks of the earth are often ignored.

   is in the script.

  More than one script.

  Xu Yishan often sees, "You are a small rank, yet dare to be rude in front of my rank? Step back!"

  Although he knew this was just a story, Xu Yishan couldn't help shaking his head whenever he saw this scene. - Small steps?

   Just based on such a tone and the mentality revealed in it, it is doomed that such a cultivator will have no future.

   Don't say anything about his own advancement to the ground.

   That is not real.

   It is impossible to do well at the level of human rank!

   People who don't look down on "small" will never go to "big".

   Back then, at the beginning of his entry, his master gave him a lesson like the gentleman in this book.

   Prefecture, the home of the Master.

  Master stretched out his hand and pressed it lightly, and a huge rockery was broken into pieces in front of his eyes, and the pieces were all the size of a finger.

   "Yishan, you count, how many fragments are there in total." Master said.

   For almost a whole month after that, Xu Yishan was doing this.

   Scratch the pieces and count them one by one.

  Counting to back pain and numbness in hands.

   Counting to the dark and dazzling eyes.

  37 days!

   Counting the full thirty-seven days, three days away is a full month!

  Xu Yishan will remember this clearly all his life, remembering almost every detail at that time, including all the changes in his thoughts during those thirty-seven days.

  From the very beginning of novelty and excitement, to quick boredom and small complaints, to numbness and just wanting to finish, to finally finishing.

   When he finally scratched the last piece.

   When he stood up, he looked at what was already empty in front of him, and then looked behind him like a behemoth.

   At this time, his master appeared.

   stroked his head.

   "Yishan, look good."

   In the eyes of the little Xu Yishan, the fragments that he had scratched with his own hands were just in place, piece by piece, slowly, recombined.

   From broken to whole.

   Really slowly.

   Xu Yishan can clearly see the combination of each piece!

   Slowly, the base is formed; slowly, the base grows from small to large; slowly, piece after piece of small gravel keeps merging on the base.

  Xu Yishan's little hand was holding Master's big hand.

  The small figure leaned against the big figure, from long to short, and from short to long.

   A complete brand new rockery is formed bit by bit under Xu Yishan's full watch.

   Finally, the side of the rockery facing them was formed with two words, "Yishan", from the gravel.

   "Yishan, from now on, the name of this rockery will be 'Yishan', your mountain. It is temporarily stored with the teacher. After you reach the heaven level in the future, you will bring it back to your own place."

   That was a long time...

  It was a long time ago.

   has always been like it happened yesterday.

   The teacher's teaching this time has always been remembered by Xu Yishan.

   As the level of his cultivation continued to change, the content of the original lesson was constantly changing in his mind.

  From condensing qi to opening the veins, it is a look.

  From the passage of the veins to the opening of the body, it is a look.

   Stepping from the human steps to the ground steps is another look.

   A new look.

   But no matter how new, the image of him squatting on the ground and pulling small stones piece by piece has never changed.

   (end of this chapter)