Shangshan is majestic and splashing in ancient times... like a screen, isolate the wind and clouds! It blocks the cold and hot wings and is prosperous. On both sides, one is the cold plateau Gobi, and the other is the Tianfu surrounded by mountains.

It is just a mountain that separates two skyscrapers. They are completely different.

Whether it is the country of Tianfu surrounded by mountains or the cold and frosty plateau houses, every day when you look up, you can see the mountains rolling and undulating, blocking the screen, but you can't see them. On the unclimbing mountain, there is still a rugged mountain road, climbing on the mountain, and communicating with the two places with difficulty.

That mountain road is a business road since ancient times. I don’t know how many generations and lives it has been chiseled out on this high mountain cliff that devours human life.

The merchants and people on both sides of the mountain pass through this mountain road to communicate with the existence and trade, and according to the product name, they are often called the Ancient Tea Horse Road.

It is just a name, and the word "tea horse" or the word "Tao" is just a gild on the face.

He was carrying a pack horse and carrying goods on this mountain road. You can see the cliff on one side, abyss with a deep stream. The sound of streams vaguely came; on the other side, there was a cliff on the mountain, standing tall and towering, and his neck was sore and he couldn't see it. But it seemed that the mountain was covered with snow, reflecting the sunlight, and it was almost blind.

The environment is so sinister that the road is even more unbearable.

The ancient Tea-Horse Road is winding and winding around the mountain. It is not difficult to know without looking at the foot of your feet that this path is clearly a small half of which is a bluestone staircase, most of which is trampled by horse hooves; half is humane and half is an animal path.

If you walk after the rain, the rainbow will be beautiful. The mountain road is slippery. If you are not careful, you will be accompanied by a horse. If you slide down the cliff, you will be screaming for a long time and you will be extremely infiltrated.

It was after the rain in the sky, and the weather was late and autumn. A man, alone, without a pack horse cargo, climbed up the steps and walked along the ancient Tea Horse Road.

The man was not wearing a crown. His head was black and his temples were gray, and they were all spread on his shoulders. In this fresh air, it was pleasant to rise with the breeze.

His clothes were just coarse blue clothes, without colorful clothes, and they were not worn by accessories. They could be worn by anyone, and they were just thin, and they were not cold in the rustling mountain wind.

It is understandable that you wear and blouse and blue clothes. If it is not uncommon, you will be shocked by looking at it again.

This man didn't wear shoes and socks, and didn't even have a pair of straw sandals. He just measured the world with his bare feet.

Step by step, neither hurry nor slow, and on the ancient tea-horse road that was about to blow people off the cliff, this person walked very steadily, even giving people a sense of solemnity, as if the land he was walking through was not the dangers of the Black Mountain and White Water, but the magnificent royal palace.

I just walked like this, and after a long time, the path ahead suddenly became spacious and my eyes suddenly became clear.

This is a turning point, spaciously connecting the two ancient roads in front and back. Going down, there is an easy-to-go stone road. At this point, there is no other obstacle except for bandits and beasts.

Every time I have been traveling here, I will definitely let out a long breath and relax.

Once you get here, it means that you have already walked 90% of the road. If you stand on the bluestone aside, you can even see a prosperous commercial city in the country of Tianfu.

The ancient Tea-Horse Road was so difficult that it was a difficult journey. Seeing this scene, I could have returned to the world.

I don’t know which generation of people are so special about this place. On the mountain wall next to it, three big characters are engraved with the words “Bright lamp stand” and named after it. I think what I have left is the meaning of “a thousand-year-old dark room, one lamp is bright”.

To be honest, the word is not very good, it is stiff and craftsman. Ordinary teachers will disdain it and are ashamed to teach such students.

This is Zhuo Li. If you have achieved success in your studies, how could you walk on this ancient tea-horse road with your head hanging around your horse’s neck? If you don’t walk this way, how could you understand the feeling of rebirth when you arrive here?

The merchants do not understand any allusions, but only know that when they arrive here, they really feel like they see the bright lights, so they often use their name, "The three words "The Bright Light Stand. It can be said that they are famous among merchants.

"Beacon?!"

"A good name!"

The man with a coarse cloth and a barefoot in blue clothes was obviously not a businessman. He even looked at Shibi with interest and praised him.

It was also when I was watching the stone wall that my head was raised and the wind blew, revealing a weather-beaten face, which was extremely clear.

"Zhang Fan!"

If someone familiar with him would not believe his eyes, the former real person Donghua, who was so powerful and powerful, would be like this, walking on the road.

After a moment of silence, Zhang Fan suddenly turned around and stepped onto the bluestone, with one leg standing up and one leg crossing down, sitting on the stone, as if tired, and his chin was on his knees for a nap.

He is really tired.

Walk around the world, give up everything, observe it only with your original heart, and do it instinctively.

Along the way

I have seen wildfires spread. All the beasts fled for fear of being one step slower, and they would suffer from fire;

I once saw magma surging under the sea, boiling the sea, and billions of creatures floated up, and their eyes were filled with white fish belly;

I once saw a fire in the town, tens of thousands of people. It accumulated for generations, but it was destroyed overnight, without any tiles to shelter from rain, without any remaining food, and there were also the corpses of relatives who were difficult to distinguish on the scorched earth;

I have seen that it has not rained for many years, the land is deserted for thousands of miles, the rivers are dry, the earth is cracked, the people change their children and eat them, and the grassroots and barks are also

There are many more. Many,

There are swamp fires on the swamps, and there are yin fires on the mass graves. There are earth fires on the craters, and even humans.

fire.

Infinite, all kinds of flames, in various ways, sacrificed the sorrow of countless creatures, showing the power of destruction.

"The destruction of fire!"

A faint sigh echoed on the beacon. It was also erratic and unrestrained, unable to tell who came out, as if it was a mountain breeze, coming from a distant place.

The destruction of fire is the first time that the child burns his fingers, and then he will understand, fear it, and be determined!

But if you don’t walk through these places, you will see with your own eyes that the destruction will arise and disappear, and the struggle and misfortune of the creatures in their abundant life will not know how terrifying the destruction of fire is.

This is what you know on paper and you will be able to practice it yourself.

This is the case with the destruction of fire. If it were replaced by an ordinary monk, it would be enough to reach this point. Isn’t the magical pathway method just for destruction?

But Zhang Fan knew that his Tao was not here. Or, it was not only here.

During the Qi Refining Period, he understood that the difference between the sun's fire and ordinary flames, and he could say: "The birth and death of all things in it is the power of nirvana and the creation of life." These words come from.

If he talks about the truth, he can tell the story more easily, or he can keep talking nonsense, so that he can argue without saying a word and withdrew with shame.

Pressing the hoop seems to be enough to understand, it is clear and thorough.

But, did he realize it?

No!

Knowing and enlightenment are completely different things, two concepts.

When he truly embarked on the path of Yuanying, followed the earth's veins, walked at will, and realized the fire in the world. Only when he was looking for his own way did he fully understand what he lacked? What was the extra one?

What you lack is enlightenment! Extraordinary knowledge!

In the previous life, there was a saying in Buddhism that there was a lot of knowledge and understanding. If you had a lot of knowledge and know a lot, you could draw a certain state of mind, understand all the ways, and even be familiar with all the details, as if you knew everything.

But these are not your own experiences.

When you understand this, the more you know and the more you know, the more it is difficult to understand your mind and nature. You need great opportunities and great opportunities to forget your knowledge and change your understanding.

Looking back, the so-called understanding of the sun and the understanding of the golden crow were not just one’s own understanding, but just others’ tendencies. It’s ridiculous that I was still complacent back then.

Like a clay sculpture, Zhang Fan sat on the bluestone. Once he sat, he would take three days.

The sun rises and the moon rises and the moon falls. Everything, the travelers and merchants, did not disturb him at all, and made him move his position at all.

Just as he seemed to be sitting down forever, a gentle voice rang in his ears:

"Young man, don't be discouraged, the road is still long

As he said that, the man put down the load on his shoulders and took out the horse stool and sat down.

Judging from his appearance, he clearly regarded Zhang Fan as a small businessman who had failed in some business and was in a dilemma.

I have been sitting here these days, and this is the first person to speak to him, so I took a few more glances.

After seeing this, I saw some fun.

This man is a middle-aged and elegant man. His face is full of books and he seems to be full of poetry and books. The things hanging on the shoulder pole are not heavy, but they make his back sore. He can hardly straighten his waist, which shows that he is not a person who is used to heavy work.

But what he is doing now is very different from his image and has also aroused Zhang Fan's interest.

Set a pot, add ingredients, ignite, boil water, add a bag of mung beans, and add a few herbs."

After working hard for a long time, the middle-aged scholar breathed a sigh of relief, smiled at Zhang Fan kindly, took out the book book from his arms, and turned it over and record it, sometimes muttering words in his mouth. Sometimes he praised him, as if there was no one around, and was free and happy.

Seeing this, Zhang Fan smiled and slowly withdrew his gaze.

From this middle-aged scholar, he seemed to see some kind of purity and happiness, but it had nothing to do with himself. Soon, he fell into the contemplation of forgetting things and forgetting each other again.

Despite this, it was somewhat different from the previous few days. From the corner of his eyes, he subconsciously brought this middle-aged scholar into his sight for no reason, but intuition.

Half a day passed and differently

During the past half day, three resident teams passed by the bell stand. Whenever the bell rang, the middle-aged scholar always pulled out his attention from the book, opened the pot, and served it, and then directly called the traveling merchants to come and rest and taste it.

The journey is difficult. When the sun is reappearing here, the bright lights lead the way. A bowl of hot and fragrant mung bean soup is relieved. It is so happy.

This middle-aged scholar has obviously been doing this for a day or two. The businessmen in the past also understood their intentions. They didn't need to say much, and drank a bowl of mung bean soup. They told a story, anecdotes, personal experiences, joys or sorrows, and were recorded on paper and pen by middle-aged scholars.

The people had disappeared, and the middle-aged scholar held the manuscript with his eyebrows, pondered and chanted, and cooked a pot. He waited for another round and enjoyed it.
Chapter completed!