Chapter 354 Zhuangzi’s Dream of a Butterfly (Please give me your monthly vote!)

I’m dying.

Just a few simple words came out of Zhuang Sheng's mouth so easily.

There is no reluctance or disappointment, nor is there any loss.

Even his face still had a faint smile, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

Gu Dan had heard these words from many people.

Ji Lao, Xu Zhian, Wang Mang and now it’s Zhuang Sheng.

When Master Ji said this, his energy ran out and he passed away without even a bone left.

When Andy Hui said this, he seemed to be suffering from the pain of aging itself, and even seemed somewhat relieved.

When Wang Mang said this, his heart was already tired. He had accomplished the great cause he longed for, and no longer had any more attachment to the world, hoping to meet the person he missed in his dreams.

But Zhuang Sheng is different from all of them.

He said it very simply, as if he was describing a very ordinary matter, as if he happened to meet someone on the street and casually asked what to eat in the evening.

Gu Dan didn't say anything for a while.

He experienced this clearly different yet extremely similar scene many times.

There are so many that even if he doesn't want to count them, those memories will pop out of his mind.

Watching his relatives and close friends gradually leave one by one, no one can truly understand his feelings.

Being far away makes you sad, being close hurts others.

It is neither far nor close, yet seems too inhuman, like a clay puppet.

In this world, he still cannot grasp the standards that people should maintain between each other, even now.

After a long silence, Gu Dan finally asked, "Do you regret it?"

"What are you regretting?"

Zhuang Sheng was a little puzzled.

"I regret coming out with me. I regret not staying in Buzhou Mountains."

Gu Dan said slowly.

If Zhuang Sheng had not come out with him, but stayed in the Buzhou Mountains, then even if he followed his unconventional practice, with the help of the extremely high concentration of spiritual energy in the Buzhou Mountains, it would not be a problem for him to cultivate to the late stage of Qi training.

Maybe there is still a chance to break through to the foundation-building stage.

Even if one has not broken through the foundation building, the limit of the late stage of Qi training is 150 years.

But after he returned to the mortal world, not only could his immortal cultivation not be improved at all, but without the nourishment of spiritual energy, Zhuang Sheng's immortal cultivation had already dissipated and vanished into nothingness.

Even the deadline is only one hundred and twenty years for the Grandmaster.

If it weren't for Gu Dan's invitation, Zhuang Sheng would probably have lived longer.

The danger he had sensed at the beginning did not happen, at least not yet.

However, Zhuang Sheng reached his own end first.

Although no one could have predicted what would happen later, there was no doubt that if Zhuang Sheng had not followed him down Ningfang, he would have at least a few decades to live now.

One more day of living means one more day of earning.

Even if something unexpected happens later, it will just be a day of easy earning.

Although life here is quiet and peaceful, without so much intrigue and competition, the price is that lifespan does not increase.

Gu Dan could not explain for Zhuang Sheng whether it was worth it or not, so he asked this question.

"ha."

Zhuangzi laughed, "Birth, aging, illness and death are the common conditions of human beings. I have already obtained the wonder of life, without the pain of aging or the disaster of illness. How can I escape the fate of death?"

He stood up, pointed at the wild geese in the sky, and said, "Morning mushrooms do not know the full month, and cicadas do not know spring and autumn. Sparrows drink from the pond, and wild geese kiss the sea. Hearing this and asking about it, living things have their numbers.

Take the power of heaven and earth to create your own destiny in order to achieve the ultimate longevity. How much happiness can one who achieves the ultimate longevity get?

There is a spirit in the south of Chu, who considers 500 years as spring and 500 years as autumn. In ancient times, there was a tree called Dachun, which considers 8,000 years as spring and 8,000 years as autumn. This is a great year. But Peng Zu is now famous for his longevity, and everyone is comparing himself to him. Isn’t it sad?”

Zhuang Sheng laughed and said, "Little knowledge is not as good as great knowledge, and little years are not as good as great years.

I have heard that there is a fish in the North Sea, and its name is Kun. Kun is so big that no one knows how many thousand miles it is. It changes into a bird, and its name is Peng. Peng's back is so big that no one knows how many thousand miles it is. When it flies in anger, its wings are like clouds hanging from the sky. The "Xie" says: "When Peng migrates to the South Sea, it strikes the water for three thousand miles, and soars up to ninety thousand miles, and it takes six months to rest. "It is a wild horse, dust, and living things that blow each other with their breath.

The sky is blue, is it not the right color? Is it far away and has no end? It is just like this when it looks down. Moreover, if the water is not deep, it will not be able to support a large boat. If you put a cup of water on a depression, the mustard seed will become the boat; if you put the cup on it, it will become sticky. The water is shallow and the boat is large. If the wind is not strong, it will not be able to support a large wing. Therefore, if you go ninety thousand miles, the wind is below, and then you can cultivate the wind; if you carry the blue sky on your back and nothing can stop you, then you can fly south. "

After a pause, Zhuangzi continued, "All things come in their own time, and when their numbers are reached, they return. If one can ride on the righteousness of heaven and earth, and control the differences of the six qi, to roam the infinite, what else can he wait for? Therefore, it is said that the most perfect man has no self, the divine man has no merit, and the sage has no name."

Everything has its own season, adapt to the changes.

He conforms to the nature of all things in heaven and earth, controls the changes of the six qi, and roams in infinite freedom. So, what else does he need to rely on?

So he said: People with the highest cultivation can follow nature and forget themselves. People whose cultivation reaches the deified level have no intention of seeking merit. Saints with moral integrity and knowledge have no intention of seeking fame.

In short, he has no regrets.

By the way, I praised myself.

After another long silence, Gu Dan slowly took off his hat, revealing his face.

It is no longer Kong Zhai's appearance, but Gu Dan's true appearance.

After seeing that familiar yet even more handsome and elegant face, even Zhuang Sheng couldn't help but marvel.

When I first met Gu Dan, the Xia Dynasty had not yet been established, but he already looked like this.

Now that so many years have passed, he has grown from a young man in the prime of life to a master who is about to die. However, his face still does not show any signs of aging, like the rings of trees that no longer grow, remaining constant.

Even the Grand Master is just an insignificant period of time in the other person's life? Zhuang Sheng asked: "Mr. Gu, you will not grow old?"

There was a brief silence.

Gu Dan said: "Yes. But it will probably take a long time."

"ah!"

Zhuang Sheng was amazed, and a look of pity appeared in his eyes. "That's really sad."

Gu Dan looked straight at Zhuang Sheng.

He was indeed not mistaken.

The look of regret in Zhuang Sheng's eyes could not be false at all.

A man nearing the end of his life laments his immortality and eternal youth.

There wasn't even a hint of envy in his words.

"People are born with a certain number of years, and everything has its own limit. Lifespan is hard to exceed a hundred years, and twenty years is considered a lifetime. Old friends are hard to keep, and how many can stay with you for fifty years? Friends and relatives go far away, and after a hundred years, they will be nothing but a handful of yellow earth. How can you be happy walking alone?

Mr. Gu is like a fish in the North Sea, unaware of its depth; then he turns into a bird, soaring up to ninety thousand miles, and swimming beyond the four seas.

At this point, Zhuang Sheng paused, "However, Kunpeng is hard to see, and how many morning mushrooms are there? If one person gets Kunpeng, and the world sees morning mushrooms, isn't it painful and regrettable?"

Gu Dan: “.”

He had sent off many people, but Zhuang Sheng was definitely the first person who felt sorry for him.

Just as Zhuangzi said.

Kunpeng is hard to see, how many morning mushrooms are there? No matter how high he soars to 90,000 miles, if he stays in the human world, he can only see morning mushrooms.

Little knowledge is not as good as great knowledge, and a small year is not as good as a big year.

Even if Kunpeng and Chaojun could ignore all the differences and get along with each other, they were not the same kind of people.

Zhuangzi was the first person to see this, and he was also the first person who, before his death, not only did not care about himself, but instead felt pity for his father.

During this period of time, everyone is destined to be just a passer-by around Gu Dan, and is destined to be unable to accompany him forever.

When Kunpeng spreads his wings, he can stir up huge waves, ride the wind of heaven and earth, soar up into the sky, and overlook the sky and the earth.

But everything in the world can only remain in memory.

It can be said that Zhuang Sheng is the one who can best understand Gu Dan’s own situation.

Because he doesn't ask.

His state of mind has transcended that of human beings. He is truly the person with the strongest state of mind that Gu Dan has ever met.

He is carefree, free, insightful and happy. Nothing can restrict him, and the limit of his life span is not something he can "avoid".

He accepted everything calmly, and before his death, he could even feel worried about Gu Dan.

For a moment, it seemed that it was not Gu Dan who was trying to comfort him, but he was trying to comfort Gu Dan. The roles were reversed.

But this topic is really too heavy.

It was so heavy that Gu never mentioned it to anyone.

Because there is no solution to this problem.

Changsheng was originally a loner, how could he seek a friend for eternity? He himself was trying to find one, but unfortunately, he was still far away.

If you can’t do it, then don’t mention it.

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Zhuangzi seemed to have seen Gu Dan's difficulties and said, "Life is like a white horse passing by in the cracks of a crack in the sky. It is fleeting."

As he spoke, the aura on his body began to gradually fade away.

No, it is not disappearing, but dispersing into heaven and earth.

That is the "Transformation Method", a method that allows people who have suffered irreversible injuries to return to nature and find liberation. A master can master it.

But Gu Dan has never seen anyone actually use it.

Zhuang Sheng did not have any injuries.

He was practicing the Taoism method at this moment just to return himself to the world that had nurtured him throughout his life.

So hurried, so natural, so casual.

On a sunny afternoon, I came to the village that had been built for nearly thirty years. I randomly chose a shade under a tree, saw everything I wanted to see, and greeted my own end with myself.

"Would you be reluctant to leave like this?"

Gu Dan couldn't tell what he was feeling in his heart. He put his hat aside and asked in a slightly serious tone.

If Zhuang Sheng had anything else to ask him to do, such as taking care of Zhuang Sheng's child Zhuang Yun, he wouldn't mind taking the little guy along.

Just think of it as something he owes Zhuang Sheng.

"When the spring dries up, the fish live on land. It is better to forget each other in the rivers and lakes than to support each other."

Zhuang Sheng smiled.

His breath gradually weakened, but his spirit became stronger.

That majestic spirit, before becoming a god, will finally break free from the shackles of the flesh and embrace the vast heaven and earth.

It was an unprecedented experience.

The essence of Tao flows through Zhuangzi.

It was different from the sudden, swift and violent impact when Master Ji broke through to the innate realm, but it came gradually and silently, yet it seemed to have always been there, gentle, natural, and in harmony with all things, just like Zhuangzi himself.

A hint of enlightenment arose in Gu's worry.

This is the way of sitting and forgetting.

However, everyone’s way of sitting and forgetting is different.

Master Ji attacked the innate, and with his determination to perish together with his indestructible faith, he knocked on the door of the Way of Sitting and Forgetting. As a result, the Way of Sitting and Forgetting became extremely fierce and swift, and it wanted people to enter the Great Dao directly, and separate themselves from it without being traceable.

Even he who was watching from the sidelines was forcibly pulled in.

But Zhuang Sheng is not like that.

He is free and natural, so his way of sitting and forgetting is also like this.

It seems to be isolated from the world and has ascended to heaven.

This is Zhuangzi’s last dance. Before his death, his soul summoned heaven and earth and merged with the Tao!

The physical limbs gradually dissipated and the breath became weaker and weaker.

But the breath became more distant and lingering, returning to the world, like a wanderer who had been away from home for a long time, returning to his mother's arms.

Zhuang Sheng's face was full of peace and happiness.

His vision jumped out of the cage of the flesh and flew high towards the road!

The mountains and rivers are beneath him, the sun and the moon are side by side with him, a journey of a thousand miles can be reached with just a thought, and the beauty of all things is present in his heart.

It is an incredibly wonderful experience, a feeling that is worth pursuing throughout one's life and lasting until death.

And he will fit in.

He seemed to have turned into a butterfly in the avenue, flapping his invisible wings wantonly and swimming freely in the avenue.

Gradually, even 'I' am gradually forgotten, leaving only a butterfly of the road, wandering between heaven and earth.

The so-called separation of life and death is nothing more than Zhuangzi's dream of being a butterfly. Who can say that this is not a kind of rebirth?

Old things gradually fade away, and new things come to cover them.

The butterfly flaps its wings and scatters into the sky.

But, at this moment.

The butterfly's last display, what to see.

An indescribable feeling of anger and rejection arose involuntarily.

'anger?'

"Rejection?"

As doubts filled his mind, the butterflies gradually dissipated and Zhuang Sheng came back.

Gu Dan saw with his own eyes that Zhuang Sheng, who was about to disappear into heaven and earth, or to be more precise, whose physical body had already disappeared into heaven and earth, reappeared.

No, not a reappearance.

Instead, the surging air currents between heaven and earth condensed into the appearance of Zhuang Sheng.

He opened his mouth and tried to say something, but no sound came out.

Fortunately, Gu Dan has very good eyesight and has no problem even reading lips.

What Zhuang Sheng said was: Mr. Gu, look.

Immediately afterwards, Gu Dan felt his spiritual thoughts being touched by an extremely gentle 'wind', which seemed to be taking him somewhere.

Gu Dan did not hesitate at all, and part of his mind followed Zhuang Sheng's guidance and moved in an instant.

Consciousness is constantly stretched at this moment, and distance itself is no longer a problem.

Gu Dan's "perspective" was constantly raised higher and higher with the blowing of the wind, and a vision beyond ordinary people's imagination appeared in Gu Dan's eyes.

The world is so colorful and varied.

But between heaven and earth, there is a place where there is an extremely deep and corrupt darkness, which resides there and seems to have deprived heaven and earth of a part.

The unspoken feeling of disgust and rejection also surged in his heart under Gu Dan's 'gaze'.

After really seeing that place clearly, an indescribable chill rose in my heart.

That place is... Buzhou Mountains!

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