In the middle of the night, the mountains were silent. Li Yi had fallen asleep early, breathing slowly.
Since waking up, except for the first month, he has practiced meditation, instead of eating and sleeping. This is not a necessity for him, but it makes him live more comfortably.
He enjoys the pleasure brought by his taste buds, and he enjoys the tranquility brought by sleep.
Some people regard "not eating grains, breathing wind and drinking dew" as a symbol of immortals, some people practice fasting in order to become monks, and some even regard it as the difference between immortals and mortals.
But Li Yi doesn't think so. Everything has its own cause, but it can't be attributed to the result. Not eating grains, breathing wind and drinking dew are just to make the beginners of cultivation smooth their essence and cleanse their marrow, so as to better condense the pure body. It is useless after the formation of the elixir. Fasting is to make the road to immortality smooth, not to become immortal by fasting.
A husband in the right position follows the way of nature. He eats when he should, drinks when he should, and poops when he should.
The purpose of spiritual practice is to restrain oneself, not to be heartless.
However, many people did not agree with this statement, and he even had a falling out with a good friend because of it.
Buzz buzz buzz...
Suddenly, there was a vibration in the air that ordinary people could not hear, and wisps of spiritual power like ripples flew in from the sky.
To Li Yi, it was like a mosquito in his ear, waking him up from his dream. He subconsciously picked up the slippers on the ground and threw them out of the window, accurately hitting the rooster outside.
The next second he realized he had blamed the wrong chicken.
Li Yi was very annoyed by the feeling of being woken up in the middle of the night. He smoothed his tangled hair, half-sat up, took out his mobile phone and took a look. It was 3 o'clock in the morning.
"Where does this belief come from? I don't have any temples in modern times."
The distance was too great, and his strength was less than one-tenth of his peak strength. Even his divine senses could not accurately identify where it came from.
Li Yi was no stranger to faith. For a long time, he received more incense than the Buddha statues in the temple. At his peak, he even imitated the golden body of the Buddha and created a golden body of merit.
Protected by the incense of the people, it is invulnerable to all kinds of attacks and indestructible. This golden body alone can compete with the great powers of the Transformation Stage, establish a sect, and dominate the world. But to Li Yi, it is just a golden tortoise shell, another thing with more meaning than practicality.
At the same time, incense is a very important thing. It is the benevolence of the people and the grace of the people. It should establish eternal peace. There is no idle god in the world who only eats tributes and does not work. Once you encounter a disaster, the clay sculptures in the temple cannot solve it, but incense will solve it.
Just like in ancient times, people prayed to the Dragon King for rain, one of which was called Wuqi. Different from the usual way of praying for rain, if the Dragon King really didn't make it rain, the people would carry the Dragon King statue under the scorching sun until it rained.
In the early years, there was a severe drought in Chu. At that time, science and technology were not as advanced as they are now, but they already had cannons. When officials failed to pray for rain, they fired cannons into the sky and even chopped off the head of the Dragon King statue.
Li Yi was one of those people who worked first and then received incense. The karma was not serious, but the various prayers mixed with faith were too noisy. So he threw the golden statue of merit into the Taojiang River, the first river in the world and the source of all rivers, to suppress the flood.
It can be said that it is taking from the people and using it for the people.
After thinking for a long time, Li Yi couldn't figure out where the faith came from, and he was too lazy to pursue it.
The current problem is how to deal with these beliefs. Although the spirit contained in them is too noisy, it is also a good thing in the current environment.
Looking around, the room was full of miscellaneous things, various boxes of unknown things, elementary and junior high school graduation photos, a few small wooden stools, posters of once popular bands, an old floor fan...
Faith needs to be supported by an entity, which can be a person, but it is better to be an object. If people rashly absorb faith, the spirit carried in it will pollute the soul, and eventually lose their true self, becoming a god in the imagination of the people. Dead objects have no true self, so they will naturally not be affected by faith. Even if they have a little more charm, they are just an object.
The ideal carrier is a statue of God, which can better inspire awe in people and thus generate more faith.
"You."
Li Yi picked up the wooden sword beside the bed, held the sword in his right hand, and pointed with his left hand. A faint light suddenly appeared on the yellowish-brown wooden hilt, and the wood changed shape and two neatly-shaped square characters appeared.
Non-aggression.
It is derived from the Mohist philosophy of the Warring States Period, which is to promote the benefits of the world and eliminate the harm of the world. It is also a commemoration of the experience of traveling around the world as a knight.
"Ha~" Li Yi yawned, threw the wooden sword on the ground, and fell asleep again.
When he woke up again, it was already past 10 o'clock in the morning and he was sweating all over under the sun.
At this time, Li's father went out early to help his uncle's family with work. I heard that he was a small supervisor in the battlefield, with a monthly salary of 4,000. His uncle, who had been rich for so long, finally knew how to help his brothers.
Although the money is not much, it is easy, which is very important for Li Xingguo who is sick. It also reduces the difficulty of Li Yi's treatment of his father's body. Using spiritual energy to nourish his father for a year or so should be able to remove most of the hidden injuries.
Pneumoconiosis is a bit troublesome. I'm afraid I'll need some rare treasures, or wait until there is enough spiritual energy in the future.
The sound of a sewing machine came from next door, obviously my mother was working.
After Li Yi finished eating the noodles that had long since cooled on the table, he pulled a bamboo chair and ran to the shade of a tree in the yard.
Another day with nothing happening.
After an unknown amount of time, his mother came out of the kitchen carrying a basket, handed it to him and said:
"Yier, go to your second uncle's place and give him some food. A few days ago, your second uncle twisted his foot while herding cattle and can't walk anymore."
The second uncle, the younger brother of Li Yi's grandfather, was the oldest bachelor in the village without a wife or children. In his memory, he was a big man with a face full of stubble. His family raised a group of buffaloes, which were the main force in the village to plow the land when there were no tillage machines.
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