Yin Huaizhu quickly returned to his room. He lowered his eyes, stretched out his palm, and placed it on the spot where his heartbeat was involuntarily quickening.
An indescribable feeling welled up inside me.
Her thick, curled eyelashes trembled slightly, and a hint of confusion, yet also a touch of bewilderment, gradually rose in her eyes.
She slowly raised her hand, extended her slender fingertips, and touched the earlobe that Hang Suisui had touched.
The earlobe still retained a lingering heat.
He tried to understand this sudden, unfamiliar feeling, but his mind was in complete chaos.
He was utterly bewildered as to why he was suddenly having such a strange reaction that he had never experienced before.
Yin Huaizhu took a deep breath, rubbed her ears with both hands, and her heartbeat gradually returned to normal.
Thinking back to how Hang Suisui suddenly leaned closer and magnified her face.
Yin Huaizhu murmured to herself, "Perhaps we're too close..."
He had never gotten so close to anyone before.
When a person first falls in love, it happens without their awareness, and they are always slow to realize it.
Just like a dream that slips in silently, without my knowledge or awareness...
Hang Suisui, amidst the sea of flowers, had flowing hair and exquisite features.
Just like the most dazzling star in the night sky, it radiated a brilliant light, attracting Yin Huaizhu's attention.
It is like a unique orchid in the deep mountains, pure and elegant, captivating all things in heaven and earth.
Seeing Hang Suisui smilingly extend her slender, delicate hand to him, Yin Huaizhu slowly stepped forward...
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"ah------!"
Hang Suisui, who was fast asleep, was suddenly tapped on the head.
The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was a familiar face.
In the misty mountains, an old Taoist priest with a long beard and hair stood quietly on the mountaintop. He wore a white Taoist robe with cloud patterns, which fluttered in the wind, as if he had become one with the surrounding clouds and mist.
The old Taoist priest had a thin face, and his hair and beard were all white, but he combed them neatly. His eyes were deep and bright, as if he could see through everything.
It gives people a neat and dignified feeling, and also reveals an extraordinary temperament.
The so-called otherworldly demeanor was now embodied in the old Taoist priest.
"Master!"
Hang Suisui ran forward with delight and threw herself into the old Taoist priest's arms. When she hugged the person she had missed for so long, she was overjoyed and burst into tears.
"Master, I miss you so much!"
The old Taoist priest gently stroked Hang Suisui's head and said with a smile, "I missed you too..."
He lowered his head and smiled at Hang Suisui, his eyes full of affection: "Have you been doing your homework properly every day? Have you been slacking off on the exercises I taught you?"
Upon hearing this, Hang Suisui immediately lowered her head and hugged the old Taoist priest, muttering to herself.
"Why do you keep asking me this...?"
Upon hearing this, Hang Suisui received another blow to the head.
The old Taoist priest straightened his expression and said, "Sit down cross-legged."
Hang Suisui sighed, released the old Taoist priest, and sat down cross-legged on the spot to begin meditating.
She wanted to struggle, but the silent uprising of the past twenty years told her...
Struggling is useless.
Ever since the old man first beat her, it was as if some kind of seal had been broken; after that, he beat her more and more easily.
"Entering the path through precepts is called the gate. Those who cultivate the path must avoid mental entanglements and must not get stuck on trivial matters..."
The old Taoist priest sighed.
Looking at Hang Suisui, who was meditating with her eyes closed, he slowly spoke.
"All phenomena are empty, devoid of any trace. Cultivating the Tao involves cultivating the mind; when the mind enters the Tao, the body itself enters the Tao. The achievement of returning to emptiness lies solely in having no mind in the face of external circumstances..."
Hang Suisui closed her eyes tightly, crossed her legs, and sat there quietly like a sculpture.
Her breathing gradually calmed down, as if she had merged with the world around her.
The old Taoist priest's deep and loving voice kept echoing in her ears, flowing gently into the depths of her heart like a babbling brook.
"Therefore, one sees heaven and earth, yet there is no form of heaven and earth. One sees mountains and rivers, yet there are no traces of mountains and rivers. One sees people and oneself, yet there are no appearances of people and oneself. One sees insects and plants, yet there are no shadows of insects and plants..."
The words that kept coming to her ears were like a magic key, touching the deep-seated unease in Hang Suisui's heart.
In that instant, countless questions were answered, flooding her mind like a tide, giving her an unprecedented sense of clarity and enlightenment.
The question that had been troubling her in her heart suddenly became clear.
As her understanding deepened, Hang Suisui's state of mind became increasingly peaceful and serene.
"All phenomena are empty, not a single thought arises. The six senses are in perfect stillness, untouched by any defilement..."
Listening to the sounds, Hang Suisui gradually entered a state of selflessness, immersing herself completely in this wonderful feeling.
Time seemed to have stopped, and space gradually became blurred.
Hang Suisui moved her eyelids.
When I opened my eyes again, all I saw was a pristine white, carved ceiling.
Hang Suisui sat up, lowering her eyes slightly to feel the spiritual power within her body, which had now doubled.
Recalling the old Taoist priest's earnest teachings in her dream, Hang Sui Sui murmured.
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