No abstraction, no cultivation

Chapter 52: The Master's Philosophy
The Qinghua Mirror has no solution either.

He said he couldn't win the argument with these talented people from the Qinghua School.

The Qinghua School has always produced many talented people, each of them is a talent, and they come up with one fallacy after another, often leaving Qinghua Jing speechless.

He is just a mirror, how can he speak better than others?

Besides, he only has one mouth, while others have many mouths.

He is only bringing shame upon himself by bickering!
As for fighting?
Although he had a magic weapon of Lingbao level, he was not good at attacking. Facing the outstanding talents of Qinghua Sect from generation to generation, he was suppressed.

In the sect, there is also a magic sword left by Taoist Qinghua, which is good at attacking.

That rotten iron bar is either pretending to be dead or watching the fun all day long. He is even less concerned than him!
The legacy left by the master was becoming more and more irrelevant in his eyes!

The Qinghua Mirror sees it with the eyes and feels the pain in the heart.

But Lan Tie Tiao advised him: "With the master's temper, the master is not worried, why should you worry about a mirror?"

"If it rains, the master wants to ascend, and Qinghua wants to be abstract, let him be!"

So he was too lazy to confront this kid Lu Lu and hid in the secret formation of Qinghua Sect.

"Oh? Didn't Master Jing eat today? Or is he in a bad mood? Are you leaving now?" Taoist Lu Lu raised his voice after not hearing Qinghua Jing's words for a long time.

Xu Shun saw that the Taoist Lu Lu, who looked old and frail just now, now spoke with full energy.

Could this person be the innate holy body of a sprayer?
As long as I spray someone, I get excited!

Qinghua Jing didn't say anything, and Taoist Lulu also felt bored, so he continued to sweep the floor with the broom.

There is a dust-avoiding magic circle in the ancestral temple, which keeps it spotless, but Taoist Lu Lu still sweeps it very carefully.

Taoist Lan bowed slightly to him and took Xu Shun and Zi Su out of the ancestral temple.

On the Qingye Boat, Lan Daoist said: "Don't think that the worship ceremony is simple. The more complicated the ceremony is, the less useful it is."

"Ordinary people's complicated rituals are to increase majesty, but we don't need them."

“Without a master or ancestors in one’s heart, no matter how many rituals one has, they are useless. With a master and ancestors in one’s heart, it is the same even without rituals.”

Thinking about how Taoist Lan was reciting the nagging "The Sutra of Infinite Merits of Saints and Sages" every day, Xu Shun felt resentful in his heart.

Master, you didn't make this up on the spot, did you?

As if feeling unconvincing, Lan Daoren said: "As cultivators of our generation, we should feel the philosophy of our ancestors and agree with their philosophy."

"If you agree with the founder's philosophy, you will naturally respect him!"

The founder's philosophy?

Is there such a thing?

I haven’t heard of it.

Xu Shun asked: "Master, may I ask what is the philosophy of the founder?"

As Taoist Lan stretched out his hand, a spirit bird flying in the air landed on his hand.

It was an unknown species of bird, black and white, about the size of a palm, very agile, and blinking at the three masters and apprentices.

"Have you ever envied the birds flying freely in the sky?" said Lan Dao Ren.

Xu Shun looked at the mountains and white clouds under Qingyezhou's feet and nodded.

"When I was young, I also envied the birds flying freely in the sky. But as my cultivation became deeper, I observed a bird for a long time."

Taoist Lan gently stroked the bird's back with his other hand, and the spirit bird rubbed its head against Taoist Lan.

"Birds fly around all day in search of food. They spend most of their time just trying to fill their stomachs."

"They fly throughout their lives in order to survive."

"They can only live if they fly. If they don't fly, they will die!"

“Ordinary people only admire the birds for flying, but they don’t know why the birds fly.”

"We monks are different from birds and mortals. We don't have to rush around for a living. So we naturally have to be freer than birds and do what we want to do!"

"This is how your training will be worthwhile!"

As he spoke, he raised his hand, and the spirit bird in his hand flew out again, diving into the clouds. "Is this the ancestor's philosophy? Freer than birds?" Xu Shun stared at the spirit bird flying into the clouds.

The spirit bird turned lightly, drawing a white flying line in the clouds.

In his previous life, he studied, worked, and started a family in an orderly manner. When he was a child, he was restricted by his family and school. When he grew up, he was restricted by society and life. He never felt free.

What's more, they are freer than birds!
That was a luxury he had never even dreamed of!

I'm afraid only monks can have such a luxury.

Do not!
For monks, that is not a luxury, but a concept and a goal!
"No, this is my philosophy! Not the founder's philosophy!" Lan Daoren shook his head, looked at the two of them, and said seriously: "The founder's philosophy is to have no philosophy!"

“There is no philosophy. Let us be the monks we want to be and follow the path we want to follow!”

!!!

He does not restrict his disciples based on his own preferences or his own paths; this is Taoist Qinghua!

The founder of the Qinghua School!

Most founders of a sect are dedicated to passing on their own traditions and ideas, and very few allow their disciples to be themselves.

Taoist Qinghua regards his disciples as people like himself rather than the successors of his own way.

No wonder… although Taoist Lan said how he loved the ancestor, he respected him very much in his heart.

It is precisely because of the tradition left by the ancestors that the Qinghua Sect has become so abstract and that people like Lan Dao Ren were born.

"Master, I understand!" Xu Shun said solemnly.

Zi Su also said, "I know that too."

They will naturally identify with noble people and noble ideas.

If they understand the founder, they will understand the Qinghua Sect, and they will be proud to be disciples of the Qinghua Sect.

"We are here. You should practice well! If practicing is boring, go to Qinghua Palace. I still have other things to deal with."

Qingye Zhou carried the three masters and disciples to the gate of the courtyard. After giving them some instructions, Taoist Lan turned around, transformed into light and left.

He had just returned to the sect a few days ago and had other things to deal with.

Xu Shun also returned to his room to practice.

The room was simple, with a futon, a table, a few chairs, and a few teacups and a teapot.

Ordinary.

Sitting on the cushion, Xu Shun recalled the thousands of miles he had traveled through with Taoist Lan, and felt that the world of mortals, all kinds of people, were filled with the atmosphere of fireworks.

And from what I have seen and heard in Qinghua Sect in the past two days, I feel that the monks are far away from the worldly world, have lofty ambitions, and are not on the same level as ordinary people.

Whether on the material level or the spiritual level.

One is the earth, the other is the sky.

One is a human, the other is an immortal.

The gap in the middle is the monks.

Xu Shun thought about these things and practiced hard.

He wanted to build his foundation earlier, reach the divine realm earlier, have magical powers earlier, and then experience the freedom and feeling of flying in the sky.

But freedom and unrestrainedness are the conclusions his master, Taoist Lan, drew from observing birds.

It was his master's way, not Xu Shun's own way.

Therefore, after he has made some progress in his cultivation, he will re-enter the world and find his own path.

Cultivation is about practice and action.

It lies in the Tao.

Your own way.

　Happy Mid-Autumn Festival to all readers, may your family reunion be with you~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)