Resurrection: I am pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger

Chapter 649

Xiaomeng preached, not in the Taoist Hall, but in a bamboo forest in the back mountain.

The clear spring flows, and the sound of the water is crisp, like the knocking of a jade ring, which makes people calm and cool.

At this moment, in the bamboo forest, many people have gathered.

There were gray-haired old men, middle-aged men with solemn expressions, handsome young people dressed in white, and a small group of young people with curious faces.

When Xiaomeng and Lin Chen appeared, those old men, middle-aged men, and young people saluted one after another: "I have seen Uncle Xiaomeng!" "

Only that small group of young people are stunned and do not move, they have only entered the Heavenly Sect today, and they still don't know anything.

"The senior we are waiting for, is that her? Why do you look younger than me?

The young man in tiger skin asked stunnedly, his eyes full of puzzlement.

Xiaomeng's appearance looks like she is eleven or twelve years old, and she is the one who wants to preach today?

Chang Yin gently reminded: "Junior Brother Huzi, don't be rude, Junior Uncle Xiaomeng is the senior of my Heavenly Sect, don't look at her young age, but her strength is unfathomable, and her understanding of the Dao is extremely deep, every time she preachs, there will be many elders to listen, and then you listen well, you will definitely gain something." When

Huzi and the other teenagers heard this, they quickly showed a respectful look and did not dare to say more.

Xiaomeng sat down in the front position.

Seeing Lin Chen walking towards the crowd, she immediately said, "You sit next to me!"

Lin

Chen smiled lightly and sat down directly beside her.

Xiaomeng looked at everyone and whispered, "Sit down!" Everyone

immediately sat down, calm and serious.

Xiaomeng whispered: "This sermon is different from the past, today I happened to hear an interesting story, I want to share it with you, I hope you can feel something!"

The story sounds very simple, it is a man named Zhuangzi, who dreams that he has become a butterfly, and when he wakes up, he wonders, is he dreaming of a butterfly, or a butterfly dreaming of himself? Through this story, can you have any feelings, is Zhou's dream a butterfly, or a butterfly's dream for Zhouye? After

Xiaomeng finished speaking, she stopped speaking.

Everyone thinks hard.

The story sounds simple, but there's a lot to it that is profound.

They are imagining, if they are Zhuang Zhou, then did they dream of butterflies, or did butterflies dream of themselves?

A few minutes passed.

A young man immediately said, "Uncle Xiaomeng, I have an understanding!"

Xiaomeng looked at the boy and said, "You say!" The

young man stood up and said seriously: "Zhuang Zhou is a person, butterflies are insects, people can think, butterflies can't think, then Zhuang Zhou must have dreamed of butterflies, not butterflies dreamed of Zhuang Zhou." "

Uh-huh! That's right!

The rest of the teenagers also nodded secretly.

Xiaomeng nodded slightly, and then whispered: "People are not the only creatures in heaven and earth who can think, a grass, a tree, a worm, and a flying bird can transform into wisdom." When

the young man heard this, he couldn't help but be stunned for a second.

Then he scratched his head in embarrassment and sat down.

Xiaomeng looked at Changyin and said, "Changyin, what inspiration can you get from this story?"

Chang Yin sighed and said, "Uncle Xiaomeng, Chang Yin is stupid and does not understand.

"Good!"

Xiaomeng nodded slightly, and looked at Changqing again, "What about Changqing?"

Changqing was stunned for a few seconds, and said abruptly: "I don't realize the truth and illusion in the dream, but I know a dream when I wake up!" All red dust, between the world, greed and love, lust and power, no fate, bamboo basket meets water, the emptiness of the road! Dreams are illusions, reality is not an illusion, since it is an illusion, why care about truth and falsehood? When let it be, everything is as it is!

Xiaomeng's eyes showed a look of approval.

"What about you?"

Xiaomeng looked at the others.

The crowd was silent.

The old man present lowered his head, and his eyes seemed to have understanding.

The more you experience, the more nature you can feel.

Seeing that everyone was displeased, Xiaomeng looked at Lin Chen and said, "This story is what you said, can you explain it to everyone?"

Lin Chen shook his head and said, "The Tao cannot be heard, and the one who hears it is not; The Word is not visible, but it is not seen; Life and death, things and me, truth and illusion, all come from their own perception, what the story means, it doesn't matter, what is important is what you are experiencing at the moment, you are obsessed with Zhuang Zhou's dream butterfly, but why are you not Zhuang Zhou, and why are you not a butterfly? "

The so-called Zhuang Zhou dream butterfly actually has countless interpretations and philosophical thinking.

People habitually dig into its three meanings, life and death, things and me, truth and illusion.

In terms of life and death, you don't know, you are alive at this moment, whether you are really alive, it is also possible, yesterday's you have passed away, today you are a new life, you should come out of life and death, whether it is life or death, face it directly, continue to move forward, cling to life and death, and fall into the magic barrier.

For things, I am a butterfly, a butterfly is me, I am a butterfly, for the Taoist nature, the unity of things and me, should do whatever you want, rather than clinging to the fact that things are me, or I am things, if you are too persistent, then the mind is not accessible, easy to give birth to demons, when treated as an equal, the horizon will naturally be broadened, and the Confucian idea of moderation will contain its way.

In terms of truth and illusion, all phases are illusory, all phases are real, life is like a dream, dreams are like life, this dream, may wake up at a specific time, or it is possible, you will never wake up, but whether the dream is true or not, you have to finish it, time will not stagnate because of truth and illusion, and the time that belongs to you will eventually pass.

Zhuang Zhou's dream butterfly itself is a story full of hazy colors, if you really want to dig into the mystery and find out the truth and falsity, then you can only say that you have fallen asleep.

In heaven and earth, everyone is Zhuang Zhou, and every person is a butterfly, and the essence is not false or false, but each is different.

You only know that Zhuang Zhou dreams of butterflies, but Zhuang Zhou does not like the world, and wants to pursue a free life like a butterfly.

How do you know that butterflies may also hate the so-called freedom, and yearn to be like people, chasing fame and profit, and eternal life?

Zhuang Zhou chose the butterfly, but the butterfly chose Zhuang Zhou.

Sub-non-fish Anchi Yule.

People in the city are accustomed to the hustle and bustle of the city, so they yearn for idyllic freedom, quiet and comfortable.

People in the countryside are accustomed to the poverty of the countryside, so they yearn for a rich life and a prosperous scene like the city.

Both are choices and experiences, and there is no right or wrong.

However, there is a huge contradiction between the two, which can be treated dialectically and unified with each other, but it cannot be completely unified.

After listening to what Lin Chen said, everyone couldn't help but frown slightly, and they felt that this story was extremely mysterious.

Seeing this, Lin Chen shook his head.

The so-called, the Tao is ineffable, this is the meaning.

Because your Word is different from the Word of others.

Xiao Meng saw everyone's brows tightened, and whispered: "And its light, with its dust, Xuanzhi and Xuan, the gate of all wonders!" Today's sermon is here!

After that, he pulled Lin Chen to leave.

"Congratulations to Uncle Xiaomeng!"

Everyone came back to their senses and quickly bowed and saluted.

After Lin Chen and the others left, they frowned again, wanting to understand the mystery...

(ps: Can't you read?) If you don't understand, it's right, I don't understand, open your eyes, see the obvious beauty, but walking around and watching the flowers, you can't feel the hazy beauty, hahaha! ）