Section 617

Lin Chen looked at the little girl and asked, "What's your name?"

"Xiao Meng!"

The little girl said calmly.

"Xiaomeng? What a name!"

Lin Chen nodded slightly.

Xiaomeng looked indifferent and unmoved.

"Do you know Zhuang Sheng Xiao Meng? Zhuang Zhou Meng Die?"

Lin Chen asked.

Xiaomeng frowned, with a puzzled look on his face: "What do you mean?"

Lin Chen smiled and said: "It is said that there was a man named Zhuangzi who dreamed that he turned into a butterfly one day. After waking up from the dream, he found that he was still Zhuangzi, so he was curious whether he dreamed of a butterfly or a butterfly dream. Got to myself.”

"..."

When Xiao Meng heard this, she looked thoughtful and did not reply immediately. She only felt that there seemed to be some kind of supreme way in it.

A moment later, Xiaomeng was enveloped in a layer of mysterious power, and she was actually enlightening.

Just listen to her murmuring: "Did I dream of butterflies, or did butterflies dream of me? Heaven and man are one, Tao and I are one, Tao follows nature..."

"This understanding..."

Lin Chen nodded secretly and walked to the high platform without disturbing the other party.

On the high platform, there are several broken books.

Lin Chen picked up one of the books at random, flipped through it, then put it down, and then picked up other books.

after a little while.

Lin Chen put down all the books.

These were just some Taoist classics, and they were completely different from what he imagined. He didn't find the information he wanted.

boom!

A voice sounded in the hall.

Xiaomeng's cultivation level directly broke through to the sixth level of the cruise realm.

Xiaomeng opened her eyes, looked at Lin Chen and said, "Thank you!"

"Uncle Xiaomeng, today is the day for you to preach, so you can't be late again."

Outside the hall, a respectful voice sounded.

"I see!"

Xiaomeng said calmly.

After that, she looked at Lin Chen and said, "Today it's my turn to preach. You just came to Daofeng, so come with me!"

Lin Chen smiled hoarsely and said, "Yes!"

(ps: There are three characters in the four portraits. Who can guess who they are?)

Chapter 649 Mysterious and mysterious, the door to all mysteries

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

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

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

There were white-haired old men, solemn-looking middle-aged men, handsome young men in white, and a handful of curious teenagers.

When Xiao Meng and Lin Chen appeared, the old men, middle-aged men, and young people all saluted: "I've met Uncle Xiao Meng!"

Only the small group of teenagers stood still. They had just entered Tianzong today and didn't know anything yet.

"Is she the senior we are waiting for? Why does she look younger than me?"

The boy in tiger skin asked blankly, his eyes full of confusion.

Xiao Meng looks like she is only eleven or twelve years old. Is she the one who is going to preach today?

Chang Yin reminded softly: "Junior Brother Huzi, please don't be rude. Junior Brother Xiaomeng is a senior of our Tianzong. Despite her young age, her strength is unfathomable, and she has a very deep understanding of the Dao. Every time When she preaches, many elders will come to listen. If you listen carefully, you will definitely gain something."

When Huzi and other young men heard this, they quickly showed respect and did not dare to say anything.

Xiaomeng sat down at the front.

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

"..."

Lin Chen smiled faintly and sat down directly next to her.

Xiaomeng looked at everyone and whispered: "Everyone, please sit down!"

Everyone immediately sat down, calm and serious.

Xiaomeng whispered: "This sermon is different from the past. I happened to hear an interesting story today and I want to share it with everyone. I hope everyone can gain some insights!"

"This story sounds very simple. It is about a man named Zhuangzi. He dreamed that he became a butterfly. When he woke up, he was wondering, did he dream of the butterfly, or did the butterfly dream of himself? Through Do you have any insights into this story? Is Zhou’s dream a butterfly, or is the butterfly’s dream a Zhou Ye?”

"..."

After Xiaomeng finished speaking, she stopped talking.

Everyone thought seriously.

This story sounds simple, but it contains a lot of things and is extremely profound.

They were imagining that if they were Zhuang Zhou, did they dream of the butterfly, or did the butterfly dream of themselves?

A few minutes passed.

A young man immediately said: "Report to Uncle Xiaomeng, I have some insights!"

Xiaomeng looked at the young man and said, "Just tell me!"

The young man stood up and said seriously: "Zhuang Zhou is a human, and butterflies are insects. Humans can think, but butterflies cannot think. Then it must be Zhuang Zhou who dreamed of the butterfly, not the butterfly who dreamed of Zhuang Zhou."

"Yeah! That's right!"

The other teenagers also nodded secretly.

Xiaomeng nodded slightly, and then whispered: "Humans are not the only living beings in the world who can think. A grass, a tree, an insect, and a bird can all transform into spirits and open up wisdom."

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

Then he scratched his head awkwardly and sat down.

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

Changyin sighed and said, "I reported to Master Xiaomeng that Changyin is stupid and has not realized anything."

"It's good!"

Xiao Meng nodded slightly, then looked at Chang Qing and said, "Where's Chang Qing?"

Chang Qing was stunned for a few seconds, and said sadly, "I don't know the difference between reality and illusion in the dream, and I know it's just a dream when I wake up! All the worldly things, the world of pleasure, love, lust, power and wealth, are not in my destiny. When a bamboo basket meets water, the Tao is empty! Dreams are illusions, and reality is also an illusion. Since it is an illusion, why should I care about truth and falsehood? Let it go, everything is as it is!"

Xiao Meng's eyes showed a touch of approval.

"What about you?"

Xiao Meng looked at the others.

Everyone was silent.

The old man present lowered his head, and there seemed to be enlightenment in his eyes.

The more experience you have, the more you can naturally feel.

Seeing that everyone was unhappy, Xiao Meng 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 those who hear it are not it; the Tao cannot be seen, and those who see it are not it; the Tao cannot be spoken, and those who speak it are not it. Life and death, things and me, truth and illusion, all come from one's own perception. What the story means is not important. What is important is what you are experiencing at the moment. You are obsessed with Zhuang Zhou's dream of a butterfly, but aren't you Zhuang Zhou, and aren't you a butterfly?"

The so-called Zhuang Zhou's dream of a butterfly actually has countless interpretations and many philosophical thoughts.

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

As for life and death, you don't know whether you are really alive at this moment. It is also possible that you have passed away yesterday, and you are reborn today. You should walk out of life and death. Whether it is life or death, face it directly and keep moving forward. If you are obsessed with life and death, you will fall into the devil.

As for objects and me, the butterfly is me and I am the butterfly. This is the way of nature. Objects and I are one. We should do what we want, rather than being obsessed with objects being me or me being objects. If we are too obsessed, our minds will not be clear and we will easily have demons. When we treat things equally, our horizons will naturally be broadened. The Confucian doctrine of the mean contains the Tao.

As for truth and illusion, all appearances are false, and all appearances are real. Life is like a dream, and dreams are like life. This dream may wake you up at a specific time, or you may never wake up. But whether it is a dream or not, you have to finish it. Time will not stop because of truth and illusion. Your time will eventually pass.

Zhuang Zhou's dream of a butterfly is itself a story full of hazy colors. If you really want to explore the mystery and find out the truth, then you can only say that you have already dreamed.

In the world, everyone is Zhuang Zhou, and everyone is a butterfly. There is no falsehood or falsehood in essence, but they are different.

You only know that Zhuang Zhou dreamed of a butterfly, but Zhuang Zhou did not like the secular world and wanted to pursue a free and easy life like a butterfly.

How do you know that the butterfly may also hate the so-called freedom and yearn for fame and fortune like a human being for eternity?

Zhuang Zhou chose the butterfly, but it may not be that the butterfly chose Zhuang Zhou.

How can you know the joy of fish if you are not a fish?

People in the city are used to the hustle and bustle of the city, so they yearn for the freedom, quietness and comfort of the countryside.

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

Both are about choice and experience, and there is no right or wrong.

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

After listening to what Lin Chen said, everyone frowned slightly, and felt that this story was extremely mysterious.

Seeing this, Lin Chen shook his head.

The so-called Tao cannot be expressed, which means this.

Because your Tao is different from others' Tao.

Seeing everyone frowning, Xiao Meng whispered, "Harmony with the light, same with the dust, the mysterious and the profound, the door to all wonders! Today's sermon ends here!"