Pure Yang!

Chapter 133 The Six Dusts are Poison and Medicine!

The Supreme Being forgets emotions but is not heartless; the Tao seems heartless but is actually affectionate.

Love between men and women is normal, and even those who practice Taoism cannot escape it. However, the Supreme Being is affectionate and can forget about love.

Just like Zhang Fan, no matter how beautiful the love affair was, maybe it was true at that time, but for him now, it is fake. The truth and falsehood are inseparable, and there is no absolute. However, he can use this practice to suppress his restless heart, restrain his flying consciousness, restore his primordial spirit, and use the false to cultivate the true.

"Your breathing is disordered."

In the pavilion, the indifferent and cold business voice came again, lingering in the ears and piercing the people's hearts.

"He and I are from two different worlds. There's no need to make a fuss over an accidental encounter." Xu Zhixia said calmly.

"The world of mortals, the world of mortals... the more you savor this word, the more interesting it becomes."

At this moment, the figure in the pavilion suddenly changed the subject and whispered.

"Life is covered by the six dusts here, and there is no way to become an immortal!"

As long as one is alive, he will be polluted by the "Six Dusts", which Taoism calls the "Six Thieves".

The so-called "six dusts" are form, body, smell, taste, touch, and dharma.

From the moment we are born, we are polluted by the "Six Dusts" through our eyes, ears, mouth, nose, body and mind. Gradually, our primordial spirit becomes silent and our conscious spirit becomes restless. We are trapped in this for the rest of our lives and cannot escape.

In Journey to the West, there is a chapter called "The Monkey King Returns to the Right Path, the Six Thieves Disappear", which tells the story that Sun Wukong had just been released from the Five Elements Mountain by Tang Sanzang. On his way to the West, he met six thieves, who claimed to be the long-time masters of the mountain, but demanded money from the ancestral king Sun Wukong, who eventually killed them with a stick.

The six thieves are called: eyes see joy, ears hear anger, nose smell love, tongue tastes thought, opinions desire, and body worry.

This is actually a metaphor. These six thieves represent the "Six Dusts". When the Six Dusts are impure, the Six Desires will arise, and the consciousness will become restless and drift away from the Tao.

Only when the mind has eliminated the six dusts can one obtain the true scriptures and see the true Buddha.

Therefore, the term "red dust" is well used. People are born to be stained by dust. If they want to seek the truth, they must get rid of the six dusts.

"People are confused by the six dusts and do not know their true nature."

As the words reached this point, a gentle breeze blew, swaying the gauze curtains, accompanied by the clear and pleasant sound of bells.

"Zhixia, whether it's true love or old love, it's nothing but the worldly affairs that cloud your heart. It's fine if you use it to practice."

As soon as the words fell, the figure in the pavilion slowly stood up and opened the incense burner on the table in front of him.

"Ah ah ah..."

Suddenly, waves of painful roars came from the incense burner, as if coming from the depths of purgatory, revealing deep madness.

Xu Zhixia frowned slightly and looked up coldly.

In the pavilion, an arm stretched out, with a golden bell on the wrist. The slender fingers reached into the incense burner, and with two fingers, they lightly pinched it and actually took out a soul.

"The six dusts are both poison and medicine..."

The faint words fell softly, and the slender fingers rubbed slowly, and the soul that was struggling in pain turned into dust.

At the same time, the strange figure in the pavilion leaned forward half way and greedily inhaled the flying dust into its nose.

Seeing this scene, Xu Zhixia could no longer stand.

"I'll say it again, he's just an ordinary person. He can't appear in my world anymore. If you still have a problem with it, feel free to do so."

After he finished speaking, Xu Zhixia turned around and walked away, leaving the quiet back garden without even looking back.

"Ordinary people!?"

In the pavilion, the golden bells swayed gently, making a pleasant sound. The strange figure looked at Xu Zhixia's receding figure and slowly raised his head. The dust he had just inhaled seemed to have taken effect, making him make a joyful sound.

"That's Zhang Lingzong's son, the bastard... the offspring of Li Linglong."

Inside the pavilion, the strange figure trembled slightly, and the six dusts entered its body, making it look bizarre and strange, like a poison that corrodes the heart, or a whetstone for polishing a mirror.

Master Qiu of Quanzhen said it well back then: We must know that the traveler in the mist and clouds beyond the world is not the one polishing mirrors in the dust.

Those who have attained enlightenment are detached from the material world, like a bright mirror reflecting their true nature, and are not bound by the mundane world.

If you want to become an immortal, you must use the six dusts to polish the mirror until you can see your true nature.

"Who would have thought... that he was actually the son of Zhang Lingzong, the anomaly that survived at the foot of Mount Longhu."

"A breakup actually made him enter the realm of love, breaking through the realm and starting over..."

“Tsk tsk… Is this my fate!?”

Inside the pavilion, the strange figure covered his face and laughed crazily.

hum...

At this moment, the lid of the incense burner was opened again, and a stream of souls jumped out of it, flying around and making babbling sounds, as if trying to escape from the pavilion.

"Hahaha……"

Suddenly, the strange figure's laughter became crazier, like the rumbling of a drum, deafening.

The next moment, those souls turned into dust amid screams of fear.

All of a sudden, the dust filled the entire pavilion. The strange figure raised his head, his nose trembling, and he took a deep breath, sucking all the dust in the air into his body.

"awesome!"

The strange figure was trembling all over, and all his pores seemed to open up. His eyes were white and he felt an unprecedented comfort. Countless lights and shadows danced in front of his eyes.

At this moment, he seemed to have become an immortal.

"Zhang Fan... Zhang Fan..."

The whispers, like low hums in a dream, came from the pavilion and scattered into the dark night as the emotions gradually calmed down.

……

Ten p.m.

Hongfu Garden.

When Zhang Fan was about to reach the gate of the community, there was no one on the road. After all, it was an old community and the old men and women went to bed early and got up early.

"Dad's dad is a monster, dad's mom is a monster, mom's dad..."

At this moment, a pleasant cell phone ringtone rang, breaking the silence on the deserted street.

Zhang Fan took out his cell phone and saw the caller ID: Li Yishan.

"Hey."

"Lao Zhang, you are ready now, do you have a woman?"

Li Yishan's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"What do you mean? Why do you ask?"

"What men fear most is having nothing to do during the day and nothing to do at night. I can't find you day or night now. You are either busy with something or something is busy..." Li Yishan analyzed seriously.

"..."

"Is it your colleague named Jiang Lai?"

"Are you okay?" Zhang Fan rolled his eyes and asked.

"Something's going on. What do you think of what I told you this morning?"

"What do I think?" Zhang Fan was confused.

"Xu Zhixia...she has returned to Yujing City. I don't believe you are not tempted at all." Li Yishan's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Now is the time to rekindle our past relationship. As you know, her family is well off..."

"If you meet a rich woman, seize the opportunity and move into a big villa overnight...you will have to work less for many years."

Li Yishan was extremely enthusiastic about Zhang Fan's future happy life.

Compared to a single-parent family like Zhang Fan, whose father works as a laborer on construction sites all year round, Xu Zhixia's family is much better off.

During college, even Zhang Fan's cell phone, which was stuck in his crotch, had to be replaced by Xu Zhixia.

Now that the beauty has returned to her hometown, she can naturally think about renewing their old relationship.

"I saw her today."

Zhang Fan was silent for a moment before he replied. "Did you see him?" Li Yishan was stunned for a moment, then asked, "Where? Are you in the hotel now?"

"Get lost!" Zhang Fan rolled his eyes and said calmly, "She is sitting in a man's car, a luxury car at that, probably worth more than two million..."

After hearing this, Li Yishan fell silent.

"It's okay... A man should have no problem finding a wife. A three-legged frog is hard to find, but a two-legged one..."

"Okay, I'm fine." Zhang Fan said lightly.

"It's all over. I'm fine now."

Zhang Fan was telling the truth. Before Zhenwu Mountain, if he had encountered what happened today, he might not have been able to accept it. But now...

After chatting with Li Yishan for a few words, Zhang Fan hung up the phone.

call……

It was late at night and a cool breeze blew, stirring up the dust on the street.

Zhang Fan stood at the gate of Hongfu Garden, feeling a little dazed.

I don’t know why today, even though it’s late, I just don’t want to go home. After all, even if I go back, I won’t be able to sleep.

"Let's have a midnight snack."

Zhang Fan took out his cell phone and wanted to call Li Yishan out, but after looking at the time, he gave up.

He turned the corner and wandered around, looking for food.

Originally, Laojiu BBQ House was a good choice, but going to eat BBQ alone in the middle of the night seemed a bit lonely.

“Tofu pudding…Tofu pudding…Fresh and delicious tofu pudding…”

At this moment, a clear and loud hawking voice came from a distance. Beside the quiet street, there was a stall with a big pot filled with white tofu.

"When I was young..."

Zhang Fan's eyes narrowed. He vaguely remembered that when he was still living in the old house, his mother often took him to eat tofu pudding. The white tofu was drizzled with sesame oil and soy sauce, sprinkled with chopped pickled mustard tuber and dried shrimp, and garnished with chopped green onions...

A bowl of tofu pudding costs only one dollar and is fresh and delicious.

"Mom, I don't want to eat tofu pudding, I want to eat big meat buns."

"You look like a big meat bun to me!"

This is one of the few memories Zhang Fan has about his mother.

In the evening, at a roadside stall, the young mother was beautiful. She had her long hair tied up and was eating her favorite tofu pudding, not caring at all about little Zhang Fan's dissatisfaction.

"Why can they eat big meat buns, but I can only eat tofu pudding?" Little Zhang Fan pouted and pointed at the curb not far away.

There were three kids of the same age as him sitting there, each holding a bun and eating them with relish.

"Fanfan, be good. If you want to eat big meat buns, you can use your tofu pudding to exchange with them."

As I recall, my mother pinched little Zhang Fan's face hard and gave him some advice in a friendly manner.

Little Zhang Fan, holding the tofu pudding in his chubby hands, walked up to the three children and offered to exchange it.

Eating soy products regularly is good for the body and can promote bone growth. On the contrary, large meat buns are greasy and fishy, ​​and eating too much can cause indigestion.

Little Zhang Fan earnestly explained that this transaction was a sure win for the other party.

But the three children didn't seem to be interested and just lowered their heads to eat the buns in their hands.

"Little boy, what are you talking to yourself about?"

At this moment, the owner of the tofu stall came over, looked at little Zhang Fan with a strange expression, and then looked at the empty curb in front of him.

At this moment, little Zhang Fan's hands holding the tofu pudding were trembling slightly, tears were already flashing in his eyes. When he turned around, his mother was already laughing so hard that she was shaking with joy.

"Mom..."

Although Zhang Fan's memory is already fuzzy, every bit he can recall is filled with a special kind of warmth and preciousness.

"Boss, give me a bowl of tofu pudding."

Zhang Fan walked over. There was only one seat at the stall, and most people were taking their food away.

"Would you like sweet or salty food?" the boss asked without even raising his head.

Obviously, this tofu pudding caters to all tastes.

"Salty."

Zhang Fan curled his lips. He only eats salty tofu pudding.

After saying hello, he took out his cell phone and flipped through it casually.

"Um!?"

At this moment, Zhang Fan's eyes lit up, and he suddenly found that his boss had posted a circle of friends. In the photo, two crystal wine glasses collided with each other under ambiguous lighting, and the caption was: A wise man does not fall in love unless he meets a rich woman.

"I didn't expect the boss to be this kind of person..." Zhang Fan's curiosity was burning. Just as he was about to comment, he found that the post on the circle of friends had been deleted very quickly.

The next moment, the boss posted another new circle of friends, with only a simple text.

"An old friend reunited, just a joke, not the real person."

Zhang Fan smiled knowingly when he saw this, and commented: Screenshot taken!!!

whoosh...

As soon as he finished his comment, the boss' message came.

"Where?"

"I'm eating tofu pudding." Zhang Fan replied.

"Do you want to go to the White Crane Temple in Shangjing to broaden your horizons?"

At this moment, the boss sent another message.

"Um!?"

Zhang Fan raised his eyebrows, his eyes fixed on a line, wondering why Bai Bu Ran suddenly asked this question.

"Excuse me...is there anyone here?"

At this moment, a contemptuous voice sounded, bringing Zhang Fan back to his senses.

Zhang Fan looked up and saw a man in front of him. He was about thirty years old, with fair skin, a slicked-back hair, and a handsome appearance. On his right wrist was a golden bell, which made a pleasant sound when he shook it gently, echoing in the quiet street.

"No one." Zhang Fan shook his head.

After all, it's a roadside stall, so it's normal to share seats with strangers, not to mention that this small stall only has one table.

"Boss, give me a bowl of sweet tofu pudding." The man waved his hand, and the bell in his hand rang again.

At this moment, the boss just brought up Zhang Fan’s tofu pudding.

"Do you like salty tofu pudding?" The man looked at Zhang Fan's bowl and asked in a familiar tone.

"Hmm!" Zhang Fan grunted lightly and dealt with it casually.

"The taste dust stains the tongue, and it is difficult to extricate oneself from the state of meditation." The man whispered in a concentrated voice.

"Um!?"

As soon as these words came out, Zhang Fan couldn't help but put down the spoon in his hand. This sentence was quite meaningful. It was difficult for people to change their taste because the root of the tongue was obscured by the taste dust, and they were stuck in their old ways and could not be freed.

This is a big taboo in spiritual practice.

"Do we know each other?" Zhang Fan asked.

"Meeting is fate. We didn't know each other before, but we know each other now." The man raised his lips slightly, revealing a kind smile, and the bell in his hand rang again.

"My last name is Han, and Han Diyan!"

As he spoke, the man stretched out his right hand with a bell, motioning for a handshake, and added politely.

"Xu dog, Han Diyan!"

(End of this chapter)