Unleashing the Bell in the Mountains
In the morning, at the stone table, Jiang Jingyuan ate slowly. Red Fox placed a plate in front of her and urged her, "Hurry up and finish your meal, and practice!"
Jiang Jingyuan shook his head, "I don't want to eat anymore."
Sheng Liang opened his mouth to say something, but suddenly saw that her face looked a little off, and he changed his words immediately: "What's wrong with you?"
Jiang Jingyuan didn't say anything, nor did he shake his head. He just sat in front of the stone with an ugly pale face. He was obviously not eating anymore, but he was swallowing frantically in his throat without stopping.
Suddenly, Sheng Liang quickly picked her up and teleported her to a place not far away. With a "wow" sound, Jiang Jingyuan bent over and vomited.
Sheng Liang let out a disgusted "Huh" and stepped back. Pausing, he frowned at Jiang Jingyuan and said, "You're in such a weak state. The external cultivators have to keep up."
Jiang Jingyuan coughed for a while, rinsed his mouth repeatedly, stepped back and asked with a low cough, "What?"
"It doesn't have to be difficult. Just do some simple exercises and boxing to regulate your body." Sheng Liang said, "You can practice when you wake up in the morning. If you stop, do some exercises and boxing for a while. If you don't stop, just continue practicing."
Jiang Jingyuan let out a soft "ah". She thought that she was in a good condition now because she had the "immortal fate", the power of the immortal and the blood seal.
"You're lacking in spirit." Sheng Liang seemed to have read her mind and explained, "You can use these two things together to nourish and boost your spirit."
Jiang Jingyuan agreed with an "Oh".
In the morning, in the room.
Jiang Jingyuan found a quilt and pillow and moved them to the wall, trying to fold them back and forth. He thought to himself that he didn't know how long it would take for him to practice, and it would be tiring to sit all the time, so he needed to find something to lean on.
Suddenly, I heard that familiar voice in my mind: "You can lie down flat."
Jiang Jingyuan was stunned.
He said, "There is no necessary method or way. Just do whatever is easy for you."
Jiang Jingyuan paused and said hesitantly, "But cultivation..."
"Just like magic, people today believe that only rigid, fixed rituals like 'first this, then that, and finally this' can allow them to perform all kinds of miraculous works," He said. "If someone tells them that there is no need for rituals and methods, they will simply laugh at that person, saying he is foolish, crazy, and having unrealistic fantasies."
"They believe that only the correct meditation posture is the way to cultivate immortality," He said, "but I tell you, you can relax a little. The more relaxed and comfortable you are, the better."
Jiang Jingyuan agreed. She put on an extremely simple robe and slowly lay down.
"You can lie on your side, don't be too restrained. The more deliberate and concerned you are, the more obstacles there will be," He reminded.
Jiang Jingyuan said "hmm", closed his eyes, inhaled, held his breath, and exhaled slowly... After calming his mind, he took slow, shallow breaths.
"The past and the future do not exist and yet exist at the same time. Even the present moment has disappeared..."
His voice whispered in my mind.
Jiang Jingyuan listened and listened, his mind clear and hazy, hazy and clear again, concentrating on His words.
Slowly, slowly, she seemed to change. She was standing opposite Him, looking at Him and listening to Him.
"One moment, one moment -"
"It all took only a moment... even shorter than a moment."
"Did you see it?"
Jiang Jingyuan looked at it.
However, after only two or three breaths, she suddenly fell out of this state. Jiang Jingyuan opened his eyes anxiously and exhaled.
Anxiety and boredom suddenly surged in her heart. Jiang Jingyuan took a deep breath, and almost the moment this emotion emerged, she subconsciously wanted to suppress it.
"Don't suppress it," said the voice in my head.
Jiang Jingyuan's thoughts suddenly stopped, but it was too late. She had already instinctively suppressed her anxiety and boredom and could no longer find it.
"Continue practicing," He said, "and don't be afraid of it next time."
Jiang Jingyuan agreed without voicing his thoughts.
Jiang Jingyuan continued to practice.
Again and again, again and again...
She stopped for longer and longer periods of time, and many times she even stopped out of frustration and fear before she even started practicing.
It wasn't until an unknown amount of time later that she felt a surge of anger and grievance that she hadn't felt in many years.
She kept falling over and over again, and she couldn't practice steadily at all! She was so frustrated and mad!
She couldn't continue practicing!
Jiang Jingyuan stood up feeling angry, tired and aggrieved, suddenly grabbed the unfinished book on the table and opened it. He lowered his eyes and was stunned.
The first sentence I see is——
“Don’t be angry.”
Was it a coincidence? Or something else? Jiang Jingyuan didn't know, but the anger and grievance in her heart faded away in an instant, and she calmed down.
Jiang Jingyuan continued reading.
Slowly and carefully.
"Swish... swish..." She read with great concentration, turning over three or two pages very slowly, as if she was reluctant to take her eyes off the words, cherishing them so much.
A few pages in a book seemed to be specially given to her, given to her at this moment. Just a few pages, her mind suddenly became clear.
Tranquil and peaceful, Jiang Jingyuan's hands gripping the book trembled slightly, her heart was beating wildly, her eyes flickered, and a rare and intense feeling of gratitude and excitement washed over her like waves.
What's in these three or two pages?
Her past...all...the perceived and unconscious paranoias.
It was enlightening and resolving her problems one by one.
——She told her whole past in a very straightforward manner.
How can I not be grateful?
Jiang Jingyuan watched intently, flipping through the pages one by one. A familiar voice echoed in his mind: "Everything is paving the way for you. There is no good or bad."
"Yes..." Jiang Jingyuan swallowed, "Looking back, not a single step was wasted or useless. They were all just right. Without any one step, I wouldn't be here."
He smiled softly and said, "Pulling someone out of chaos and confusion is bound to be accompanied by severe pain. So, does it still hurt?"
"Pain is pain, but it's just pain," Jiang Jingyuan replied. "People always like to attach all sorts of meanings to pain, magnifying or minimizing it, letting it overwhelm them, or trying to repel it out of fear. But pain is just pain."
Jiang Jingyuan said: "The same is true for joy, anger, sorrow, happiness, separation and reunion."
He said, "Hmm," and said, "Meaning is something that only the mind possesses. You are too fond of and too dependent on looking at everything through your mind."
"Miracle." Jiang Jingyuan clutched the book, pursed his lips, and thought to himself, "Miracles are beyond our imagination and understanding."
He asked, “Do you believe in miracles?”
"What is pure joy? What is pure love?"
“Where does the pain come from?”
He asked again, and then said, "Don't listen to other people's answers to these questions. You must ask and answer them yourself with your own concentration. Listening to others is taking things for granted and is attachment to appearances."
Jiang Jingyuan didn't object or question, simply understanding what she was saying. She subconsciously wanted to continue reading, but then a look of hesitation crossed her face. She still needed to spend more time cultivating.
Although she was in a peaceful mood now, she was still a little reluctant to practice immediately... Jiang Jingyuan frowned, and for a while she did not practice, nor did she read the book carefully.
"Your obsession is too strong." The voice in my mind sounded again.
Jiang Jingyuan was stunned. She? Obsession? Jiang Jingyuan blinked blankly. She had always thought she didn't have any obsessions.
"Yes, very strongly, even more so than most people's obsessions," He said. "My obsession with appearances and my obsession with cultivating and becoming an immortal has made me incredibly demanding on myself."
Jiang Jingyuan was silent for a moment, then said, "Isn't this firmness?"
He said:
"You are anxious and fearful, but you must remain firm. What's wrong with practicing today? What's wrong with reading? If you want to practice, focus on practicing. If you want to read, read. The premise is that you read simply because you want to, not because you're afraid of your shortcomings."
“Reading is about gaining knowledge, not fostering fear.”
Jiang Jingyuan was silent.
He said, "Why do you resist cultivation? What are you afraid of? This is the same question as the previous one. Once you find the answer to the previous question, you will understand the reason for your resistance."
Jiang Jingyuan paused, put down the book, leaned back, closed his eyes, and concentrated on thinking about the problems one by one.
Focus, focus, Jiang Jingyuan's mind was empty with only one question: "Why is it hurting?"
"What is fear? What am I afraid of?" Jiang Jingyuan continued to think.
Jiang Jingyuan sank into the darkness, thinking in it. As she thought, she felt her whole body beating in time with her own "thump thump" heart, and each breath was extremely slow and clear.
Suddenly, she seemed to understand something.
Jiang Jingyuan's heart trembled, he swallowed slowly in his throat, and slowly opened his eyes.
She saw it.
Jiang Jingyuan thought she would be extremely excited when she saw it, but now... she was very calm.
Her thoughts were flowing, and she still had expectations that she wanted to realize and the excitement she wanted to prove, but she was also watching calmly without any movement.
She blinked slowly, her vision going dark and bright from time to time with the blinking movement - no haste or blur, no need for deliberate clarity.
No need to be deliberate, there is no need to be deliberate.
It was so relaxing and peaceful, she looked up at the sky quietly.
Jiang Jingyuan controlled his mind and raised his right index finger. It was so clear, as clear as blinking and breathing - the finger was raised little by little, and the feeling of each lift was extremely clear.
She intended to record these perceptions—
She had a distinct feeling that her clarity at the moment was too superficial. It was as if she had stepped on the boundary line of the human world and saw the fairyland on the other side, but she was shaky and could fall back at any time!
How to describe it?
Jiang Jingyuan looked at Jiang Jingyuan and thought.
Clear, yet blurry.
Myself and myself, myself and the outside world, clear and blurry.
Jiang Jingyuan tried the movements to see what it would feel like when he took action.
She got up, walked around the room in her clogs, picked up the cup and drank some water. Putting the cup down, she walked out of the room and saw the little red fox sleeping soundly in the rocking chair.
Jiang Jingyuan walked over and reached out to scratch the little fox's thick fur.
"What are you doing! Can't you see the fox is sleeping?!"
The little fox suddenly opened his eyes, looked up at her, and said angrily with a twisted expression.
Jiang Jingyuan immediately spoke with a smile.
Swish——
It's gone, it's asleep.
Jiang Jingyuan's face changed, and she subconsciously closed her eyes and remained motionless. The boundless it surged from behind, hugging her.
The angry little fox paused, as if he understood something, and looked at her without saying a word.
Jiang Jingyuan opened his eyes and looked at the fox in front of him.
Suddenly, "Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!" A heart was beating wildly in extreme panic, and Jiang Jingyuan felt powerless. It was gone, it fell asleep.
Jiang Jingyuan turned around silently and went back to his room.
A huge and strong regret suddenly surged in his heart, and Jiang Jingyuan fell face down on the bedding.
She turned over, recalling what had just happened, unconsciously thinking about it—clear yet blurry, as if there was a layer between her and herself, and between her and others...
Jiang Jingyuan thought for a long time, wondering how to describe it.
In a flash of inspiration, she knew.
It's empty.
After a long while, Jiang Jingyuan raised his hand and placed it on his forehead, with the wide sleeves of his robe covering his face.
She shouldn't have moved...
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