Confucian Cultivator Under One Person

"Just taking a look, I didn't ask you to teach..."

"It's just..."

"..."

Under the condemnation of everyone at the table, Fu Yuan sighed, his eyes calm, but full of infinite majesty. He swept his eyes over and the voice disappeared.

Everyone subconsciously fell silent and avoided Fu Yuan's gaze. Zhao Guizhen, dressed as a Taoist priest, was even worse. Not only did he avoid his gaze, he even subconsciously lowered his head, hunched his waist, and wished he could shrink under the table.

Bi Yuan's hand holding the wine glass shook uncontrollably, spilling some of the wine.

Zhuge Qing avoided his gaze and looked back immediately, but Fu Yuan's gaze had already passed by, which made Zhuge Qing angry.

The yard was completely silent.

Fu Yuan then spoke, "Do you really want to see it?"

Although the others didn't say anything, their expressions said it all.

Fu Yuan thought about it, raised his hand, dipped a finger in the wine glass, and then drew a circle on the table.

A sudden flash of light appeared.

Fu Yuan used his hands to lift up along the edge of the circle, and actually lifted up a white jade disc emitting soft light from the table.

Then he threw the CD casually, and it flew into the air and hung directly in the night sky, turning into a bright moon, illuminating the courtyard like daylight, forming a sharp contrast with the hazy moon in the sky.

Fu Yuan picked up another chopstick and threw it into the bright moon.

A moment later, a fairy with fluttering clothes emerged from the moon, landed in the courtyard, and began to dance gracefully...

Everyone opened their mouths wide and was stunned.

After the dance, the fairy smiled sweetly, soared into the sky, and returned to the bright moon like Chang'e flying to the moon.

The bright moon gradually disappeared and the courtyard gradually became darker.

There was dead silence and no one dared to make a sound.

Only a feeling of shame came over me.

Chapter 87 Zhuang Zhou Mengdie

The yard was dead silent.

After a long while, Liu Wukui slammed the table, stood up and left: "Let's go, I'm too embarrassed to stay here!"

Jin Yong drank the wine in the glass directly, clasped his fists to Fu Yuan, and left.

So does everyone else.

In a moment, the table was empty. Bi Yuan smiled bitterly and said, "It's all about magic. We have been pondering on magic for most of our lives, and we are still complacent and self-righteous.

Now that I have seen the true Dharma, I realize how ridiculous I was. My face has been torn to pieces... Alas!

As he spoke, he stood up and left, still sighing, "I was originally a resident of the back mountain, but now I am a guest in the front hall. I dance drunkenly in the Sutra Pavilion with a half-rolled book, and sit in the well and talk about the vastness of the world..."

After everyone left, Fu Rong asked quietly, "What did Mr. Bi say at the end? What did that mean?"

Before Fu Yuan could answer, Zhuge Qing spoke first, "He was originally a person who had never seen the world, but by chance he entered a prestigious place. He indulged himself in showing off his superficial knowledge from one of the ten thousand volumes in the Sutra Library, with a narrow-minded view..."

Then he looked at Fu Yuan and said, "After what happened just now, who isn't a frog sitting in a well and looking at the sky?"

Fu Yuan raised his glass to him, drank it all in one gulp, and said, "I didn't mean to show off, I just blame them for making things boring for themselves."

Fu Rong said proudly, "They deserve it! My brother is really awesome!"

Fu Yuan looked a little surprised.

Zhuge Qing also looked at her curiously and asked, "Don't you yearn for, envy... or covet Fu Yuan's methods?"

Fu Rong was stunned and said bewilderedly: "I have read many Confucian classics, but I can't learn it."

Zhuge Qing glanced at Fu Yuan and continued, "Perhaps there is some trick or secret?"

Fu Rong said very straightforwardly, "It doesn't matter if there are any secret tricks. If I can't learn it, I can't learn it. If I can't understand it, I can't understand it. Only what I can learn, do, and understand is mine."

At this moment, the expressions of Fu Yuan and Zhuge Qing changed a little.

To ordinary people, Fu Rong is just free and easy, but from the perspective of spiritual practice, this kind of mentality is very rare.

Zhuge Qing couldn't help but sigh: "If one has the Dao but no technique, one can still seek the technique. If one has the technique but no Dao, one will only be able to obtain the technique!"

Fu Rong looked confused: "What are you talking about?"

Zhuge Qing smiled and looked at Fu Yuan.

Fu Yuan said: "You don't know yourself, so you are you. If you knew yourself, you would not be you."

……

In the original novel, Fu Rong was called "love-brained", but did she really fall in love mindlessly?

Many people have overlooked that, first of all, Fu Rong "does not force" and has changed several boyfriends, but has never been too persistent, which is something a love-brained person cannot do.

Secondly, Fu Rong "does not value profit". After breaking up, she did not ask for the money she had paid back, even when she was forced into the mountains by debt collectors.

In the end, Fu Rong was able to "let go". When a relationship ended, she let go of all the entanglements, including emotions, money, and efforts.

Ask yourself, if anyone puts themselves in Fu Rong's shoes, spending money and emotions, only to be deceived, wouldn't they feel resentment and desire for revenge? If so, the heart is shackled and cannot be freed.

But Fu Rong didn’t. She said it well: “When we were in love, he really loved me.” She didn’t ask about the future or the consequences, she only looked at the present!

As the Confucian saying goes, "When you are in your position, you should do your job." When you are in a relationship, you should do what you should do, do your best, treat others with sincerity, and don't worry about other gains and losses.

In terms of love, Fu Rong is a person of sincerity. She is in love and gives her heart to it without considering the gains and losses or whether the efforts are equal...

The love I have, the affection I give, the money I spend... these are all my own business and have nothing to do with others, or even the object of my giving.

Everything is my choice!

……

Fu Rong said blankly: "What do you mean I don't know myself? I know mine, it's a mess..."

Fu Yuan smiled and said, "Do you know the story of 'Zhuang Zhou Dreaming of the Butterfly'?"

Fu Rong nodded and said, "Of course I know this. Zhuangzi once had a dream in which he turned into a butterfly. When he woke up, he couldn't tell whether he was Zhuangzi or a butterfly... Maybe he was confused from sleeping."

Zhuge Qing pursed his lips, wanting to laugh.

Fu Yuan smiled and shook his head, thinking, "This is a state of 'unclear' and 'clear'. Ordinary people are unclear and don't know their 'true self'. There is only greed, anger, ignorance, love, hate and desire in their hearts. Therefore, I don't know myself, and I am myself.

The saints have enlightened their minds and discovered their true selves, discarding greed, anger, ignorance, love, hate, and desire, leaving only their true selves. That is why they say, "I know myself, but I am no longer myself."

What is the Self? It is enlightenment, the original nature, the primordial spirit, the relic, the Tathagata, the God... but it is not the ordinary, unclear "I" that is dominated by greed, anger, ignorance, love, evil, and desire.

Fu Rong seemed to understand what he said and couldn't help but look at Zhuge Qing.

But he found that Zhuge Qing had a solemn and pious look on his face.

Fu Yuan continued, "The story of 'Zhuangzi Dreaming of the Butterfly' is a metaphor for the state of 'enlightenment', where one can see one's true nature, comprehend one's true self, discover one's true nature, and see one's own 'God'...

Zhuang Zhou is a mortal with his own greed, anger, ignorance, love, hate and desire. The butterfly is the self, the primordial spirit, the Tathagata, free and unrestrained.

Zhuang Zhou dreamed of a butterfly and realized his true self, so he was no longer just an ordinary person.

Seeing that Fu Rong was still puzzled, Fu Yuan smiled bitterly and said, "As expected, words are powerless. Once you say something, it's wrong. Forget it, just pretend you didn't hear it and continue to be yourself."

Fu Rong said "Oh".

Zhuge Qing exhaled heavily and couldn't help but sigh: "I admire you!"

Some insights really cannot be expressed in words.

Zhuang Zhou was quite advanced, wasn't he? But he could only use the metaphor of "dreaming of butterflies" because he couldn't express it directly; doing so would be wrong, and if he wrote it down, it would invite countless interpretations...

Fu Yuan stood up and began to clean up the table, saying, "It's getting late, clean up and go back to bed."

Fu Rong quickly stood up, pulled him, and said, "Okay, you go and rest first, I'll clean up here."

Fu Yuan looked at her attitude and didn't refuse. He said, "Okay, I'll sleep in Chen Duo's room."

This was said so frankly that neither Fu Rong nor Zhuge Qing could think of anything wrong.

Chen Duo's mind was severely damaged and he had lost his will. The original Gu in his body was completely out of control. If it weren't for Fu Yuan's great energy suppressing him, there would be no one left alive in the entire Biyou Village.

For this purpose, Fu Yuan specially wrote a manuscript and placed it on Chen Duo's bedside to suppress the original Gu.

But just in case, Fu Yuan still had to keep a close eye on him so that he could feel at ease.

Zhuge Qing was about to leave, but Fu Rong pulled him back: "Stay here and help me clean up."

Zhuge Qing: "..."

……

When Fu Yuan returned to Chen Duo's room, Chen Duo was still lying unconscious on the bed.

The manuscript on her bedside table was moved to a new position, obviously having been flipped through.

Fu Yuan raised his eyebrows, walked over, picked up the manuscript, flipped through it, and a piece of paper that was sandwiched in the middle fell down.

He picked it up and opened it. One side of the paper was pitch black, like an abyss. Fu Yuan's mind was directly attracted by the dark abyss and he stood there in a daze for a while.

There is a saying that goes, when you stare into the abyss, the abyss also stares back at you.

When Fu Yuan looked at the pitch-black drawing paper, something inside the paper was also looking at Fu Yuan.

Through a single image, it was as if two beings, separated by different dimensions, were staring at each other...

Time passed by minute by minute.

Fu Yuan just stood by the bed, holding the painting in his hands, staring at it, motionless...

……

This is a painting drawn by Fu Yuan himself, which contains the will of "Five Ups".

After finishing the painting, Fu Yuan never dared to look at it again, but he couldn't stop thinking about it. In order to get rid of his obsession, Fu Yuan sent the painting away through Tan Yutong.

I didn't expect this painting to appear here.

Fu Yuan had drunk a little bit of wine and didn't sense the danger, so he accidentally got into trouble.

I have to say that this skill of viewing paintings is really unexpected.