In the future, Earth becomes a relic of the mythical era.

Chapter 229: Read a book a hundred times, and its meaning will become clear!
Xie Lingxin recalled that she had saved the Fang siblings before. They had said that they had transported grain to Hebei and encountered those two rat demons on their way back, and almost died in the rats' bellies.

After they parted ways, the two of them must have encountered danger again.

In this light, their encounter with the rat demon was probably not a coincidence.

Why doesn't Fang Zhaoshuang come to find me?

He considered himself to be acquainted with Fang Zhaoshuang and her brother, as he had saved their lives back then.

It shouldn't be hard to know that I am the current Prince Jing.

Now in the capital, his reputation has grown considerably due to his several clashes with the Shence Army.

A prince of the current dynasty who holds a high position and is "irreconcilable" with the Shence Army.

If she truly had some misfortune or injustice related to the Shence Army, why wouldn't she try to find him?
Or did they hide?

Last time at Mengjinkou, Xie Lingxin was too preoccupied to pay attention to anything else and didn't notice much.

But without a word, she disappeared.

It's obvious they're avoiding me.

Why is that?
There must be a lot of entanglement between these two siblings.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have encountered danger one after another.

Xie Lingxin: Do you know when Fang Chaotian of the Grand Canal Gang disappeared? What was the reason?
Cui Hong: It seems to have been the year before last. Nobody knows the reason. What happened?
It should be.

The great flood in Bianzhou happened the year before last.

How can there be so many coincidences?
Xie Lingxin: Have Cui Chenglin go to a forested area outside Mengjin County to investigate. There is an abandoned house there.

He thought for a moment and then told me about the abandoned house where he had last encountered the rat demon.

Looking back now, I think we killed that rat demon a bit too early.

Those two rat demons were probably the ones used to silence the masterminds behind the numerous tragedies caused by the Bianzhou floods and the smuggling of relief funds and grain.

He was killed by his own accidental actions.

This led to the Shence Army's massacre of the canal workers.

Otherwise, all of this can be attributed to monsters harming people, and no matter how many people die, it's not a problem.

Cui Hong: I understand, I'll go now.

He then recounted some of the things Cui Chenglin had done and some of his observations along the way.

After ending the contact, Xie Lingxin sat on the water corridor again, quietly copying books.

Having grasped the Way of Kingship, his cultivation was no longer limited to meditation.

This "Journey to the West" is a treasure; if you copy it every day, you can always find some gems.

"Learning speech and manners from my fellow disciples, discussing scriptures and doctrines, practicing calligraphy and burning incense, doing this every day..."

"In my spare time, I sweep the floor, hoe the garden, tend to the flowers and prune the trees, gather firewood, and fetch water..."

Xie Lingxin paused slightly as she glanced at the text she had copied and couldn't help but smile.

At this moment, isn't it a coincidence that I, like this monkey, first entered Fangcun Mountain to cultivate?

The true meaning of cultivation was already revealed in these words.

It just looks too ordinary, like the everyday life of people, or the flowers and plants in the dust. Everyone can see it, yet no one pays attention to it.

[↑0.01, ↑0.01, ↑0.01……]

[Sex: 1003.22/10000 (↑3.21)]

Thoughts, like a gentle spring breeze, silently nourish the soul.

Subtly and gradually, his sexual function improved.

It may not be much, but it flows steadily.

Since comprehending the Way of Kingship, he has become accustomed to this kind of advancement.

Even a small stream can eventually flow into the ocean.

"Your Highness, please have some tea."

Suzhen knelt to the side and brewed the tea.

I habitually grind ink for him.

Xie Lingxin casually picked up the pen, took a sip, and then continued copying.

"Six or seven years passed in the cave without anyone noticing. One day, the Patriarch ascended the altar and sat high, summoning all the immortals to expound the Great Dao..."

"It really is:"

Flowers rained down from the sky, golden lotuses sprang from the earth. The wondrous teachings of the Three Vehicles were expounded, and all the subtle and profound dharmas were fully revealed.

Slowly swaying its whisk, it sprays pearls and jade, its sound like thunder shaking the heavens.

They talk about Taoism for a while, and Zen for a while; the three schools of thought naturally complement each other.

"The single word 'enlightenment' leads to the truth of sincerity, guiding one to the profound mystery of non-birth and the nature of enlightenment..."

The Patriarch said, "Within the main gate of Taoism, there are three hundred and sixty side gates, and all side gates lead to enlightenment. I wonder which gate you wish to study?"

"The arts of divination involve summoning spirits and using yarrow stalks to divine good fortune and avoid misfortune."

"Within the Liu school, there are Confucianists, Buddhists, Taoists, Yin-Yang masters, Mohists, and medical practitioners who either study scriptures, chant Buddhist mantras, or worship the true saints."

"Is it possible to achieve immortality through this method?"

Xie Lingxin paused again after copying this part.

After thinking for a moment, I changed the paper and copied the passage back to its original form.

They went back and forth more than ten times, and changed the paper more than ten times.

The patriarch said, "If you wish for immortality, it's like 'installing a pillar inside a wall.'"

“Master, I’m an honest man and I don’t know any slang. What does ‘anchor in the wall’ mean?”

The patriarch said: "When people build a house and want it to be sturdy, they put a pillar between the walls. But when the building collapses, the pillar will surely decay."

Wukong said, "According to this, it won't last long. I won't learn it! I won't learn it!"

Xie Lingxin felt that if she were Bodhi Patriarch, she would definitely kick the monkey twice.

Take it or leave it!

I want to learn even if you don't!

"The wondrous exposition of the Three Vehicles of Teachings, encompassing all the subtle and profound Dharmas..."

Xie Lingxin repeatedly pondered this sentence while writing it down with her pen.

He always felt that the subtle and profound meaning of the book "Journey to the West" might lie in this poem.

He repeated it over and over again, copying it dozens of times, but he still couldn't figure out anything concrete from it.

Su Zhen, resting her chin on her hand, blinked, looking somewhat puzzled.

"Your Highness, is this poem really that good?"

"In my opinion, it's far inferior to the poems written by Bai Dapeng."

Xie Lingxin put down her pen, took a sip of tea, and smiled, "There are probably very few people in the world who can compare with Bai Qing in writing poetry." "On poetry, this sentence is naturally ordinary, but within this ordinariness lies a profound truth."

"Wow? That's amazing?"

Su Zhen covered her mouth: "Then why did Your Highness copy it repeatedly?"

Xie Lingxin sighed, "Read a book a hundred times, and its meaning will become clear."

"I have read it a hundred times and written it a hundred times and a thousand times, but I still can't understand it."

Su Zhen blinked, not quite understanding, but what His Highness said must be right!

Although she didn't understand, she longed for what His Highness said, and rested her chin on her hands, lost in thought:

"Your Highness, if only the characters in this book were alive, Your Highness could just ask directly."

"Yes, it would be great if it were alive..."

Xie Lingxin smiled. How wonderful it would be if he could meet Patriarch Bodhi!
I looked up and saw the midday sun shining brightly, its warmth caressing my skin. A wave of drowsiness washed over me, so I simply tossed my pen aside.

"Suzhen, you don't need to serve me here anymore. I want to take a nap."

"Your Highness, please go to sleep. I will fan you."

OK.

It must be great to be a prince!
You can lie down directly on the water corridor, surrounded by cascading waterfalls and flowing springs, with a light mist rising from the ground.

A beautiful maidservant stood by her side, her delicate hands gently waving a round fan.

Beautiful...

"call……"

Within moments, Xie Lingxin began to snort softly.

In a daze, in the dark and indistinct.

Xie Lingxin opened her eyes and suddenly found herself in a place that was both unfamiliar and strangely familiar.

Like a cave in the mountains, with stalagmites everywhere, stone lotus-shaped platforms, mountain springs gushing, and water curtains falling in layers.

Auspicious clouds swirled around, and a thousand streams of lucky energy flowed.

There was the gentle fragrance of sandalwood incense and the faint sound of celestial music.

It exudes a serene, solemn, mysterious, and profound atmosphere.

"Listen to this..."

"Today I will expound the teachings of the Three Vehicles..."

An old, solemn voice suddenly entered my ears.

The sound was soft and gentle, yet it was deafening, like the sound of morning bells and evening drums.

Xie Lingxin was startled and looked up abruptly.

Unbeknownst to them, many people had gathered around them, each dressed in simple robes.

Neither monk nor Taoist nor Confucian, yet seemingly both.

His face was shrouded in mist and clouds, making it impossible to see clearly.

At the head of the table, there is a stone platform resembling a lotus, upon which an old man sits.

The appearance is also unclear.

Holding a whisk, he gently shakes it, spraying pearls and jade; from his mouth, the Great Dao flows forth, golden lotuses...

This isn't... Bodhi preaching?!

I just copied this scene hundreds of times, no wonder it felt both strange and familiar!

"...Within the realms of immortals and Buddhas, there are three levels of practice: superior, middle, and inferior. Without the secret teachings of a wise master, they are like a thousand branches and hundreds of leaves, impossible to grasp, and it is rare to avoid being misled by unorthodox methods..."

And it must be the figure of the patriarch, whose words shocked Xie Lingxin.

Ignoring what was going on, I listened intently.

Isn't this exactly what I've been searching for?
"Only by mastering the subtle and profound, and understanding all the methods, can one avoid falling into the traps of the middle and lower vehicles..."

After listening to this sermon, Xie Lingxin felt that it was exactly the same as the scene she had copied.

"Slowly waving its whisk, it sprays pearls and jade, its sound like thunder shaking the heavens..."

"Talking about Taoism for a while, discussing Zen for a while, the three schools working together are naturally as they are..."

The patriarch spoke of the mysteries of the three teachings and the wonders of the three vehicles.

One moment it's Taoism, the next it's Buddhism, then it's Confucianism...

"The way of the waxing and waning of heaven and earth is the Dao; the mechanism of emptiness and wondrous existence is Zen; the Middle Way is the great foundation of all things..."

"The three families unite into one, the four symbols harmonize, and the five elements gather together. This is all natural, without any forced arrangement; it is simply as it is..."

Xie Ling thought to himself that he was like a monkey, "scratching his ears and cheeks, smiling broadly, and unable to stop himself from waving his hands and feet." He was also very excited as he listened.

good good!
He listened until he seemed to be insane, as if he were delirious or intoxicated.

The patriarch's sermon abruptly ended.

Then he said, "Since you recognize the wondrous sound, you must have a heart that yearns for the Way. Now that you have come to my cave, is there anything you wish to learn?"

Xie Lingxin opened her eyes and found that the people around her had disappeared.

The patriarch sitting high on the platform seemed to be looking at him.

Xie Lingxin pointed to herself: "Huh? Me?"

The patriarch said directly, "There are 360 ​​side schools within the Daoist school, and all side schools lead to enlightenment. I wonder which school you want to study?"

Huh?
Isn't this a question for monkeys?

Is it really my turn?
Xie Lingxin was completely stunned by this incredible surprise.

He forced himself to calm his mind and said, "I will rely solely on the teachings of the patriarch!"

He is not a monkey; this statement is entirely sincere.

I don't mind, I'll pick up even the trash you throw away!
"Um……"

The patriarch shook his whisk.

After a moment, he said, "I have four disciplines to offer you: Technique, Flow, Movement, and Stillness."

"The arts of divination, including summoning spirits and using yarrow stalks, can bring good fortune and ward off evil. Would you like to learn them?"

Xie Ling nodded quickly: "I'm willing to learn!"

Teach me! Teach me!

He thought the patriarch was going to teach him immortal arts!
Unexpectedly, the patriarch, as if completing a routine procedure, asked again: "The 'Flowing' school encompasses Confucianism, Buddhism, Taoism, Yin-Yang School, Mohism, and various schools of thought, including medicine, and involves reading scriptures, chanting Buddhist mantras, and paying homage to the divine."

"You are capable of traversing the great path, yet you are bound by sectarianism and sectarian distinctions, clinging to the classics like a pillar in a wall. Are you willing to learn from this?"

Xie Ling said anxiously, "I'm willing to learn! Master, teach me!"

If you install a pillar inside the wall, then there is still a pillar to install!

(End of this chapter)