Chapter 149: Dreams are like dew and lightning, you should enter the country and observe it in this way

Mei Zhenyi sat down beside her, reached out and gently pushed away the hair scattered on her forehead, looking at her face - Yu Zhen's beautiful eyebrows were slightly frowning in her sleep, and her cherry lips were slightly opened as if she was talking about something.

This little move woke Yu Zhen up. She opened her eyes, her eyes were still a little confused. She saw Mei Zhenyi in front of her and murmured, "Meilang, I dreamed of you again." Then she closed her eyes again.

She was confused when she slept and thought she was still dreaming, so she must have dreamed of Mei Zhenyi just now. Mei Zhenyi was obviously by her side, so why should she meet in the dream? It must be that the scene in the dream is more harmonious, which is what she wished.

Mei Zhenyi couldn't speak, looked at her with infinite pity, reached out to take away the slipping book. Yu Zhen was really awakened now, opened her eyes and sat up, her pretty face flushed, and said, "Mr. Mei, I thought I was dreaming... I was reading the book just now, but I accidentally fell asleep. I didn't know you came to me... Oh, I forgot that you can't speak now."

Mei Zhenyi smiled and nodded, then pointed to the study room in front. Yu Zhen knew it, and the two of them came to the study room. The princess personally grinded, laid the paper, and handed him a pen - she couldn't speak, but could still write.

Mei Zhenyi did not take the pen, but held Yu Zhen's hand. Yu Zhen's shoulders trembled, but the pen took off his hand, but it did not fall, but fluttered. The pen automatically wrote the handwriting on the paper: "Yu Zhen, it's all my fault. Since you know your affection and keep you, you shouldn't let you feel at ease and sigh. Today I'm here to tell you--as long as you are willing, this is your home in your lifetime, and you are my Yu Zhen."

Yu Zhen looked at the handwriting, her eyes turned red, and she slightly raised her cherry mouth and looked like a child who was wronged. She felt weak and couldn't stand it. She leaned in Mei Zhenyi's arms and said softly: "Yu Zhen knows that I am not the same person as Mr. Mei. Gu'er and Sui'er taught me the technique of self-reliance in private. I learned it, but I can't be like them..."

Mei Zhenyi patted her back and wrote and said with a gentle voice: "That's okay. There is no harm in any case. There is only a lot of gains. What are you worried about? Will I be ruthless because of this?"

Princess Yuzhen: "I am just sighing my heart. I don't know which day I will wait for you?"

"I shouldn't have let you wait until today. Yuzhen, I'll give you something, this is a box of spiritual medicine obtained from Danxia Peak. You use my own fried new tea, and I'll give you one every twelve days. I'll teach you the technique of eating Xia. As long as you persist in practicing, it's difficult to become an immortal. You can stay in Zhaohua."

The paper on the table automatically lifted a page, and the pen moved to the dragon and snake and then wrote down the handwriting. Mei Zhenyi emitted a soft glow around her tolerate Yu Zhen. Yu Zhen's face seemed to be drunk in the glow. She looked up at Mei Zhenyi's face and said in a daze: "Mr. Mei, are you here to give me spiritual medicine?"

"No matter how good the elixir is, it is for people. I am here for others... Yu Zhen, don't call me Mr. Mei..." The pen was still writing on the paper, but Yu Zhen didn't see it. Her eyes could not move away from Mei Zhenyi's face.

After writing, the pen gently fell aside. Mei Zhenyi had already hugged Yu Zhen in her arms. It was like holding a ray of clouds, she walked out of the study and came to the princess's boudoir in the back garden...

Chu Chu's moving eyes, the gasp that was about to be drunk, came from the beauty Yuzhen in Meilang's arms. She seemed to have a dream, and the lingering dream was her most ecstatic expectation. When she woke up, she was still a beautiful dream. She was soft in Meilang's naked arms. There was a trace of pain between her legs and abdomen. This pain also made her feel happy.

Outside the window, the sunset was setting. The sunset shone into the embroidered curtain, Yu Zhen remembered the poem she wrote at noon. The last four sentences are the scene at this time, but the mood is completely different. You only need to change one word - the beautiful shadows and the sunset is shining. The water flows in the stream, and a girl is falling red.

Her face was also as shy as the rays of light, quietly buried in her lover's heart.

Mei Zhenyi was smart and could not only hear Princess Yuzhen's breathing and heartbeat, but also hear Guer in the study far away, Sui'er was looking through Princess Yuzhen's poem and the handwriting he wrote. The two girls were whispering while watching, and were still covering their mouths and laughing.

Mei Zhenyi said with a divine thought: "Gu'er, Sui'er, Yuzhen is two years older than you. You don't have to call him a princess or a wizard in the future. Just call him Sister Yuzhen at home."

It was a month after Mei Zhenyi came to Jingting Mountain again. Not only did he arrange everything at home, but he also practiced in Qingyi Mountain for seven days. Lingshan's mind method "heart is like seal" state, and his spirit is full. His body, mind, inside and outside are the best state he can achieve. Then he walked into Jingting Mountain to see the breeze.

Qingfeng seemed to have known that he would come today, so he was waiting for him next to the clearings in the forest in front of the Green Snow Temple, and was still sitting on the bamboo chair last time. Mei Zhenyi was not surprised by this, but to his surprise, Qingfeng was waiting for him.

The bamboo chairs are still the same three, but now they are full. The right side is Mr. Xiong, the guardian of the Mount Putuo Taoist Temple, and the left side is Huineng, a middle-aged monk who once met in Jiulin Zen Temple, the Sixth Patriarch of the Middle Earth Zen Buddhism.

There was a fuzzy soft grass futon in the middle of the open space, so Mei Zhenyi could certainly recognize it. This was one of the thirty-six futons he personally refined and offered to Jiulin Zen Temple.

Mei Zhenyi stepped forward to see the salute one by one, bowed to Mr. Xiong and said, "Dashi Guardian, why are you here too?"

Mr. Xiong's voice was loud and cheerful, and the bamboo leaves behind him rustled: "I heard that Qingfeng was going to tell you a story, and I would like to tell you about the past. Let's talk to him."

Mei Zhenyi said to Huineng again: "Master, have you been in Wuzhou and have not left?"

Huineng smiled slightly: "It's not that I didn't leave last time, but that Senior Brother Zhishuang is about to leave Wuzhou and return to Beijing. I came to see him off this time. It happened that Qingfeng was going to tell a story, and I was also in the story back then, so I came here to follow the fate."

Mr. Sui once said that the person Zhishen had to wait for would not be born in ten years and would not be born in a few decades before he could come to Wuzhou. As expected, Zhishen started the preaching of the Great Prajna Sutra last year to the beginning of this year, many monks came to listen to the lectures, but he did not choose a suitable abbot. Zhishen came here under the order and could not stay here for a long time and wanted to return to Beijing to report his life.

What to do with Jiulin Zen Temple? Zhishen was helpless. He left his disciple, Abbot of Chuji. This master, whose family was named Tang, was called Tang monk. He was also a Taoist monk and the most outstanding disciple of Zhishen, but he could not be compared with the great Buddhist masters whom Mr. Sui said.

Before leaving, Zhishen left a purple gold bowl and ordered Chuji to hold the temple to wait for the people to come. He himself would come again. Huineng rushed to Wuzhou to see him off after hearing the news.

A few chats with Huineng also confirmed that Mr. Sui said that day. At this time, Qingfeng said: "Stop talking, Mei Zhenyi, since you are here, please sit in. The spiritual platform of mind is quiet, do not be afraid or think, as if you are entering the country."

Mei Zhenyi sat down as she said. Qingfeng, Xiong Jushi and Huineng looked at each other, nodded, and pointed at Mei Zhenyi at the same time. What kind of story is told? It can make these three people take action at the same time! What they send out is a divine thought. The spiritual Taichung printed into Mei Zhenyi is not a simple communication of meaning, and it is integrated into one without distinction, and it contains almost infinite information.

A person's mind is limited, and the amount of information he can receive at the same time is also limited. If he passively accepts too much information in an instant, it will cause problems beyond the ability of the spiritual consciousness to carry.

For example, you can't finish reading a novel in one second. If someone uses a special method to instantly imprint the content of a novel into your mind, what will happen? At the least, it will be insane, and in serious cases, it may lead to death!

So when Mr. Xiong said to Ti Liu, "How can I tell you about the past events of more than a thousand years and the mysterious realms of immortals? If I really want to tell you at this moment, I am afraid that your soul will be scattered." And Mei Zhenyi has practiced now and can only hear it.

The three masters "tell stories" in this way is also a "performance method". For Mei Zhenyi, the process of "listening to stories" is also a kind of practice in a state of concentration. What does Mei Zhenyi feel and what kind of state has she entered? You can try to explain it as clearly as possible in another way-

There are various "conceptions" methods for Buddhist practice, while there are also "conceptions" methods for Taoism, such as a special "conceptions of entry". What is the conceptions of entry? It is difficult to explain them directly, but thanks to the progress of science and technology. People living in modern society can experience them in a very intuitive way.

Where to experience it? Go to the cinema! I will introduce a special method to watch movies. Interested friends can try it, preferably alone. Don’t bring male (female) friends.

Before watching a movie, you must first pay attention to your posture. When you sit there, you must be upright and not crooked, and use a comfortable sitting position so that you can maintain it for a long time. When watching a movie, the key point is to watch it with your heart's content. Don't take the initiative to think and discuss, don't deliberately reason about the plot development in the play, and don't substitute yourself into the characters in the play.

Consciousness is integrated into the plot story of the movie, as if you no longer exist, but the story happens naturally. It doesn’t matter who hears it or who sees it. If you enter the above state and come back to your senses after the movie ends, you will have a very special experience.

First of all, time, you will feel that a long, long time has passed. If the plot in the movie is a span of ten years, you will also have the illusion that you have spent ten years. When you wake up completely in the next moment, you will feel that a short moment has passed, as if you just sat down, just a long and short dream, and a movie is finished in the blink of an eye.

Secondly, when you get up and leave the cinema, many people will feel that their body and mind are particularly light and flexible, and they feel like the agile state in computer games. The movements of going up the stairs will be much lighter than usual. Of course, this feeling will not last for a long time.

Finally, there is another suggestion, that is, it is best not to choose horror movies to have such an experience.

There are so many introductions about how modern people can experience the "view of entry" in a convenient way. Let's get back to the topic. I believe most people can understand Mei Zhenyi's current state.

Mei Zhenyi sat in a calm state, as if she no longer existed. Ling Taichung, the past events of the past naturally happened-

I don’t know when the year or month, the Kunlun fairyland is vast, with jade flowers and strange plants everywhere, heaven and earth treasures everywhere, and rare and auspicious beasts are everywhere, but there are few people. In the wilderness, it is like a land of nothing, a boy is floating in the wind. He looks thirteen or four years old, with a calm expression and wearing a silver silk feathered garment.

The boy saw a towering tree under the mountain ahead from afar. The fairy spirit gathered between heaven and earth. He also went there with the wind. When he got close, he looked at the tree. The green branches were rich and green leaves were lush, the leaves were the size of bananas, the crown was more than a thousand feet high, and the roots were seven feet in radius.

A monk sat under the tree, wearing a nine-yang scarf, a big sleeve robe with a hundred knots and hanging ribbons, and a whisk in his hand. Three long beards were fluttering without the wind, and it was a fairy-like trait. When the monk saw the boy approaching, he asked loudly: "Who is visiting my Zhenyuan Taoist temple?"

The boy replied, "I don't know what it is. I come with the breeze. Just call me the breeze. Who are you and what tree is this?"

Cultivator: "My name is Zhen Yuanzi. Since the prehistoric world, I have been the first person to cultivate into a earth immortal in the Kunlun fairyland, so I am called the ancestor of the earth immortal. As for this tree, it was born from the spiritual roots of the earth heaven and earth in the prehistoric world."

Qingfeng shook his head and said, "Where are there any spiritual roots between heaven and earth? They are nothing more than spiritual plants and trees."

The monk smiled and said, "This tree blooms every three thousand and six hundred years, and bears every three thousand and six hundred years. The fruit it bears will mature for another three thousand and six hundred years, and bears thirty-six at a time. It can help the immortals overcome the tribulation."

Qingfeng heard this and walked forward and stroked the trunk of the tree, as if he was sensing it with his spiritual sense. After a long time, he said: "Looking at its physical nature, the flowering and fruiting period of this tree should be thirty years. However, it is rooted here and it is not contaminated with the breath of mortal world. Just like being in the fairy world, the flower and fruit period is the same. No wonder it can help the immortals to overcome the tribulation. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is the spiritual root of heaven and earth."

Zhen Yuanzi looked surprised: "Qingfeng, can you actually see the clues of this tree? Is it from the fairy world? Which Golden Immortal is under the sect?"

Qingfeng: "I have been to the vast world of the boundless mysterious square, but I am not a subordinate of a golden immortal. Because I have not experienced the heavenly tribulation, I cannot open my own fairyland cave, so I came to Kunlun Fairyland again. Unexpectedly, I met the spiritual roots of heaven and earth here in the Great Immortal. What is the name of this tree's fruit fruit?"

Zhen Yuanzi: "The fruit of Taoism practiced in the world is called Jin Liquor Great Return to the Pill, so the fruit of this tree is called Cao Return to the Pill."

Qingfeng: "Zhenyuan Daxian, can I ask you something?"

Zhen Yuanzi smiled and said, "But it's okay."

Qingfeng: "Where is the spiritual roots of heaven and earth, it is exactly the same as my practice of spiritual platform to open up the wonderful method. I have transformed into heavenly tribulation to achieve the golden immortal. I want to stay here to practice."

Hearing this request, Zhen Yuanzi looked at Qingfeng and smiled without answering. Qingfeng looked up at the tree crown, thought for a while and said, "This tree has half-ripe fruits, and it must be protected for 1,800 years. If you can let me live here, I will protect you for this Taoist pharmacy boy, until the grass is ripe."

Zhen Yuanzi nodded with his whiskers: "Come."

Qingfeng: "I still have a condition."

Zhen Yuanzi: "Say."

Qingfeng: "I will get three grasses to return to the elixir."

Zhen Yuanzi thought for a while: "I can agree, but you will build a medicine garden here and cultivate various spiritual medicines in the Kunlun fairyland, so that they can be used for the practice of my disciples. I will know the nature of your body when you touch the trunk of the tree. It should be the most appropriate thing to do this."

Qingfeng also agreed and stayed under the Spiritual Root Tree of Heaven and Earth to practice. While protecting it, he built a medicinal field within the range of the fairy spirit energy gathered by the Spiritual Roots of Heaven and Earth.

Zhen Yuanzi was helped by Qingfeng and could escape and travel around, make friends with experts from all walks of life to recruit disciples, preach at Wenzui Mountain not far away, and establish an immortal palace and Taoist inheritance. Later generations called the master "Wanshou Sect", which means respecting the ancestor Zhen Yuanzi as the ancestor of the earthly immortals.

In this way, more than six hundred years have passed in the Kunlun fairyland, which is equivalent to less than two years of protection from the spiritual roots of heaven and earth. Qingfeng also undergoes the heavenly tribulation and becomes a golden immortal.

There is such a golden immortal who is a boy in the medicine garden, and Zhen Yuanzi is of course not worried about anything. He is known as the ancestor of the earth immortals. Before he met Qingfeng, he had the cultivation of the golden immortals. He has been able to practice until now. He has been able to practice magical powers and boundless magic powers. So he went to the boundless mysterious world and opened up an independent immortal cave, which is neither in the Jade Emperor's Heaven nor in the Buddhist Lingshan Holy Land, and is known as Wanshou Mountain.

No matter how powerful Zhen Yuanzi is, how big a fairy world can he open up? Even if Ling Taichung can create a whole Wanshou Mountain, this world is just a Wanshou Mountain. For example, you have a whole Beijing city, right? But there is only one Beijing city in this world, isn’t it also very small? When the disciples of Wanshou Sect ascend to immortals one after another, work together to open up the Wanshou Mountain fairyland, they gradually grow into scale.

Qingfeng kept his promises back then and stayed in the medicine field at the foot of Wenzui Mountain. Just when he became a Golden Immortal, he encountered something strange.
Chapter completed!