Chapter 124: On the Eight Consciousnesses
After a moment of silence, Yu Linglong spoke seriously: "Since you're acting this way, let's get back to the point. Was there any hidden meaning during your meditation just now?"
Upon hearing this, Xiaoyao Lang turned around and said, "Mystery? Could it be that what I saw in my vision was orchestrated by you?"
"Hmm! What do you mean?" Yu Linglong frowned and immediately asked.
Seeing Yu Linglong's expression, Xiaoyao Lang guessed she was confused and told her what he had seen: "Just now, in my imagination, I saw someone who looked like me. His words puzzled me even more."
"What did he say about the person who looked so similar?" Yu Linglong pressed.
Xiaoyao Lang said calmly, "I asked him who he was, but he asked me who I was in return. I think there must be some kind of connection between us."
After pondering for a moment, Yu Linglong said, "Since you met in the realm of imagination, he must also be a being of consciousness. His words and actions that angered you must be a manifestation of your own obscured mind."
Xiaoyao Lang listened with a puzzled expression. Seeing his confusion, Yu Linglong continued, "The so-called state of mind is the state of being manifested by human consciousness. Humans have six senses: intention, sight, hearing, smell, taste, and heart. These six senses can be defined as human consciousness. If any one of these senses is incomplete, then one does not have the complete capacity for human consciousness, and is considered an abnormal person." As she spoke, she looked at Xiaoyao Lang with tenderness.
Xiaoyao Langjian said, "Continue."
Yu Linglong then said, "The mind is the first of the six senses because all human abilities are controlled by the mind; the heart is the last of the six senses because human consciousness is determined by the heart. Only by following this beginning and ending can a person establish themselves and survive. If a person's heart and mind are at odds, they cannot achieve harmony between heart and mind and thus their behavior cannot follow the proper path of human ability. Therefore, their body and mind are at odds, resulting in a state of obscurity."
After listening for a moment, Xiaoyao Lang said, "This person's expression is completely uniform, showing no emotion whatsoever, unlike the 'hidden body' you described. Are there any exceptions?"
Yu Linglong smiled and said, "Of course! What I just mentioned about the six senses of the floating dust is human consciousness. Everyone should have the ability of human consciousness. Therefore, human consciousness and state of mind are like yin and yang, complementing each other and canceling each other out. But I personally believe that there is no absolute yin and yang in the world, only extreme yin and extreme yang. Therefore, there is also no absolute human consciousness and state of mind in the world."
After pondering for a moment, Xiaoyao Lang said, "As you said, my state of mind is not limited to the six senses."
Yu Linglong replied softly, "Indeed."
Xiaoyao Lang said boldly, "Please enlighten me."
Yu Linglong clasped her hands together in her bosom, her white dress fluttering as she strolled along. She glanced at the stone pillar and slender bamboo beside her and asked Xiaoyao Lang with a smile, "May I ask, Yu Lang, is there anything different about the stone and the bamboo?"
Upon hearing this, Xiaoyao Lang immediately replied, "Non-birth and birth."
"Is there anything unusual about that person and the bamboo?" Yu Linglong asked softly again.
“Intentional or unintentional,” Xiaoyao Lang replied softly.
Yu Linglong smiled slightly and then asked, "Is there anything mysterious about the dead man and the stone?"
"This..." Faced with this question, Xiaoyao Lang was at a loss for words.
Yu Linglong smiled again and said softly, "All things in the world have myriad forms, which are called Xuan. Xuan is inherently conscious, hence it is called Xuan consciousness. Whether the dead and stones are without life or with life, we cannot determine, so they can be called soul consciousness. All things in the world exist with time and are born with forms, so they can be called spiritual consciousness."
Upon hearing this, Xiaoyao Lang suddenly realized the truth and said, "These three kinds of knowledge are not something that ordinary people can comprehend."
Hearing Xiaoyao Lang's words, Yu Linglong felt a warmth in her heart and asked softly, "Do you agree with my view?"
Upon hearing this, Xiaoyao Lang turned around and said, "I think people will have different views on all things. However, although all things seem to have conflicts, they also seem to have no contradictions. They coexist in the world and each has its own function."
Upon hearing this, Yu Linglong stepped forward and stood beside her, saying, "Indeed, all things in the world are mutually generative and mutually destructive."
Xiaoyao Lang continued, "Therefore, just as you said, different states of mind naturally lead to different consciousness. They are mutually generative, yet they are also mutually destructive. Thus, it can be said that all things have their own way."
Upon hearing this, Yu Linglong asked softly, "What is the way of the ruler?"
Upon hearing this, Xiaoyao Lang immediately turned to face Yu Linglong, his tender eyes radiating affection. He took Yu Linglong's hand and softly replied, "My path was born for you." As he spoke, he pulled her into his arms.
Yu Linglong smiled sweetly upon hearing this, and naturally turned to nestle in Xiaoyao Lang's arms.
Although it was dusk, the Tianji Palace in June was still bathed in the slanting rays of the setting sun, with the evening glow reflecting in the sky. On the platform facing the wind, two figures, cloaks billowing, admired the sunset and leaned against each other.
On Changfang Street in Dongyue Shenzhou, June was a time of great liveliness, with laughter and joy echoing everywhere. The people were able to live here in peace, all because the Murong family was in charge, ensuring that the Xiantian Sect would not offend them and that foreign lands could not invade.
Meanwhile, on the rooftops of the street, a lone figure sat on the ridge, holding a wine jar and pouring it down, as if she had been drinking alone for a long time, revealing her deep sorrow. Yet, her grief could not conceal her handsome face and graceful figure.
This person was none other than Murong Hanchan. At this moment, she was dressed in the attire of a scholarly gentleman, her white and purple outer garments exuding an extraordinary demeanor. Her jet-black hair was tied up with a wig, hidden beneath it. Her oval face, with its peach-pink hue, remained flawless, and her small, delicate red lips moved slightly, releasing a fragrant aroma.
"Clang, clang, clang..." Suddenly, several gong sounds rang out in the street, rousing the handsome man from his reverie. Murong Hanchan's eyes lit up as she looked towards the source of the sound. There, a red platform stood high, and an old man in his forties or fifties stood on it, holding a gong and drumsticks, striking the gong and calling out to the passersby. In the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea, more than a hundred people had gathered below the platform, waiting for the old man's announcement.
Murong Hanchan had been feeling down for a long time, but now that there was some excitement, she felt a little hopeful. She looked closely and saw three red banners hanging on the stage. One read, "Lonely and destitute, wandering the world without a place to stay," another read, "A man of both literary and martial talents, seeking a good husband," and the third read, "A marriage proposal through martial arts!"
"A marriage proposal through martial arts! Ha! Interesting!" Murong Hanchan muttered to herself as she looked at the two lines of large characters.
Meanwhile, Shangguan Qinghuan strolled leisurely down the street alone. He wore a light blue-white Confucian robe, his hair tied in a crown, a white jade pendant at his waist, and a blue-and-white fan in his hand, exuding an unparalleled elegance. His long, black hair cascaded down his shoulders, and his dashing figure immediately drew attention. His handsome face, with a cool smile that added a touch of arrogance, and his bright eyes radiating youthful brilliance, were captivating. He lightly tapped the folded fan in his hand as he walked into the crowd, causing the young women around him to flutter with excitement.
Seeing that a considerable crowd had gathered below, the old man on the stage stopped playing the gong and addressed the crowd: "Ladies and gentlemen! Ladies and gentlemen! Today, this old man has erected this arena because my youngest daughter is of marriageable age, but I have nowhere to find a husband. It is truly a shameless act that has led me to this decision. My daughter has always been competitive and fond of martial arts, and she wishes to find a skilled martial artist to marry. If any of you have the ability and talent, you may come up on stage today and show your skills. The winner will take my beautiful daughter home!"
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