Those years of farming in the mountains

Chapter 161 Spirituality

Difficult to see, unobservable.

He picked up the bowls and chopsticks, frowned and thought hard for a long time, finally heaved a long sigh, picked up the cold dishes and fed them to his mouth.

No matter how much you think about it, you can't see or hear it.

Maybe it really exists, but it can only be counted as an existence in his eyes. Whether it is actually active in the outside world is unknown.

Not to mention the interconnection of other things with each other.

Qi is fused from spiritual power and fetal breath, and the formation and appearance of the two are inseparable from the accumulation of spiritual energy.

It can be said that these things all come from inspiration.

But the plants, trees, stones and insects outside the body are all out of touch with the inspiration.

Unable to think clearly for a while, Chen Yu had no choice but to suspend and refused to give up. The sudden inspiration connected all the different things in the past. After barely doing this, he realized that his understanding of the world seemed to be very superficial.

At this time, he couldn't help remembering the tulle that he vaguely felt when he had spent a lot of mental power to penetrate into the microcosmic details, that layer of compartment that covered the whole world, and now he thought that there might be something hidden behind it.

It's a pity that it can't be involved with the current mental strength.

This is not a difference in quantity, but in quality. It is as ridiculous as trying to pierce leather with a handful of straw.

"Eat, eat first!"

Food is the most important thing for the people, and after eating, they will think about what they have.

……

People often say: everything has a spirit.

Originally, when Chen Yu named the light particles floating in the sea of ​​consciousness in his mind Lingji, he had the idea of ​​surpassing the spirit of heaven and earth.

Ling, this word is definitely not unfamiliar to Taoist practitioners. Others may be arrogant and ignorant. However, in Taoism, the meaning of "spirit" is far from being summed up in a few words and a few biased sentences.

One can get a glimpse of it just from the word "soul" which refers to hundreds of millions of living creatures.

But today, he will hide the things in the qi, linger in the depths of the spirit, and the dense aura, and call them by the same name.

It's not that there is any deep meaning, but because he thinks about its connection with inspiration, spiritual energy, spiritual liquid, etc., it's not a bad idea to call it "spirit".

Or, call it spirituality?
He muttered something, and thought it was okay, a single word was indeed a bit weird, and spiritual words were much more pleasing to the ear.

Immediately, his thoughts fluctuated. Earlier at the foot of the mountain, he praised the old man's grandson for being spiritual. Now it's all right. He really can't use this word indiscriminately here.

After all, it seems that the only ones who really deserve to be spiritual are probably a family of three from the Lingzi generation.

Spiritual energy nourishes the human body, spiritual liquid ripens plants, and spirituality alienates living beings.

So what's the use of spirituality?Chen Yu hasn't figured this out yet, but it's about spiritual awareness.

No matter how bad it is, it will lean in this direction.

"Another thing I don't understand." He swallowed the last grain of rice and cleaned up the dishes.

As you walk, look around.

In the past, the familiar flowers, plants and trees, as well as gravel and water tanks, fell into his eyes at this moment, as if there was a thin layer of light, hazy.

All are virtual images.

Chen Yu shook his head, everything disappeared in front of his eyes, the pear tree was still the same pear tree, and the dwarf pine covered with pine nuts was not brewing. As for the largest water tank, half a dab of white did shine in the sun, but it was only The black fish is just basking in the sun.

It seems to be the same, and it seems that something has changed.

Animism?He didn't know if it was so, maybe he could see it with his own eyes later.

But thinking about it, if spirituality really exists and is indeed related to the spirit, maybe he can only achieve this step after his mental strength reaches a higher level.

After lunch, read the Taoist book as usual.

Since he stopped using Qi indiscriminately and let go of the spell formation pattern wrapped around his body, Chen Yu suddenly had more time. In the past, he was like a huge soft ball filled with a bowl, but now he squeezed out the water, but instead Mostly free.

For a while, I didn't know what to do.

After reading the Taoist scriptures, and then looking through the medical books for a while, he thought about it and took out the hatchet, and decided to go up the mountain.

Suddenly, I can't stay idle anymore. I feel that my heart, which has been cultivated with great difficulty at the beginning, seems to be a little restless again. Sure enough, people can't be idle.

Chop some mangosteens, just to see the bamboo shoots.

Not long ago, he thought about using qi to write characters on bamboo pieces and seal books. This method is indeed a good idea after careful consideration. Not to mention other things, at least it saves the effort of buying pens, inks, papers and inkstones.

The mountains are high and the roads are far away, so going up and down is troublesome.

Of course, the more important thing is that Chen Yu wants to eat sliced ​​meat with bamboo shoots, but if there is no meat, sliced ​​bamboo shoots and ginger are also fine.

Boil, stir-fry, stew and stew. You can also make soup, steam it and shred it for cold dressing. There are many ways to eat bamboo shoots, so you don’t have to worry about finding them.

"When the time comes, grind some yellow noodles and wrap a steamed stuffed bun with bamboo shoots."

Forget about game, don't force it, unless there is really a fat rabbit that fell down under a tree stump stupidly, otherwise Chen Daguan has no time to run around with those creatures who live in the mountains and forests.

Carrying a bamboo basket with a hoe stuffed in it, he walked quickly into the mountain.

No more climbing up and down like you did at first.

Lightly stepping on the foot, the body is constantly moving.

There is nothing unusual about chopping bamboo. Naturally, I have never encountered a stupid rabbit who threw itself into a trap, but it accidentally landed on a bird's nest on a branch of a bamboo.

It has long been abandoned, leaving only traces of filth.

Bamboo shoots can be dug in June, but he has not moved before, because the bamboos in Qingtai Mountain seem to have all kinds of bamboos and moso bamboos, but the bamboo shoots seem to be a little different from the previous life. Not only is it not crispy, but it is extremely dry.

In memory, the predecessor dug once, and the memory is deep.

And in October, the bamboo shoots look old again, so I chose this time, and August is just right.

The summer light is scorching, and the leaves in the bamboo forest are dense.

The halo shattered on the top, casting shadows sparsely. Chen Yu went in and out several times. He didn't dig up a few bamboo shoots, but the bamboo beetle caught a handful.

It has a black and yellow carapace, a long mouth or a nose, two thin whiskers protruding from the eyes, and a round head with an oval shape, like a longhorn beetle.

What attracts people's attention is the pair of barbed hooked feet that line up under the shell.

"I didn't expect it to exist in this world."

Apart from fishing and catching shrimps in my previous life, I relied on these little guys to provide entertainment in the summer—wrapping strings, or breaking off the sharp thorns from the roadside sour vinegar slips, and inserting them into the joints.After letting go, the pair will circle back and forth in the sky.

Naturally, he can't do this kind of thing now, and sour vinegar is also a kind of medicinal herb, and there is no trace of growth in Qingtai, otherwise he will not have no impression in his memory.

The big black and yellow beetle opened its two front pincers with a mighty posture, and then flew away with a flick of its wings. Chen Yu didn't stop it, and it was just a matter of playing with it when it was grabbed, so it wouldn't have to be divided into life and death .

buzzing-

One after another, a handful of bamboo beetles all took off, and only one small one was still in the hand, climbing across the ravine in the palm of the hand to the fingertips.

"Oh, by the way, remember that this seems to be a pest."

The last one also flew away, and Chen Yu clapped his hands and remembered that when he was young, he seemed to have read a book somewhere that said that this kind of insect eats bamboo shoots very quickly.

But he glanced at the bamboo forest in front of him, it was still lush without him in previous years, and there is no need to do anything with him.

"Continue digging bamboo shoots!"

Lifting up his hoe, he looked at the pannier which was only filled with a thin layer, and felt that he needed at least ten of them to be worthy of his trip today.

(End of this chapter)