Because it has never been able to be discovered, her cultivation has stagnated over the past hundred years without any breakthrough.
The practice of a monk is essentially to cultivate the mind and nature.
If the obsession in the mind is difficult to resolve and the doubts remain unresolved for a long time, it will inevitably damage the Daoist mind, causing the path of spiritual practice to come to a complete halt, making it difficult to make any progress at all.
If you want to break through the shackles of your current cultivation, only by unraveling all the doubts in your mind and exploring the roots of your obsessions can you perfect your Daoist heart and set foot on a higher realm of cultivation.
This is also the fundamental reason why she did not hesitate to cross the star field and make a special trip to the Guiyuan Sect, insisting on asking Luo Chuan what heaven is.
Luo Chuan slowly picked up the tea cup in front of him and took a sip of warm tea. The mellow tea fragrance spread between his lips and teeth.
He raised his eyes slightly and looked at Li Qianmei, who looked solemn across from him, and said in a calm tone, "But it doesn't matter."
Li Qianmei Seeing this, he took a deep breath, slowly adjusted his breathing, and calmed down the tension and expectations in his heart.
Then she raised her eyes slightly, with clear eyes and a bit of persistence, looked straight at Luo Chuan, and asked her first question, which was also the most confusing question in her century.
"My first question is that I would like to ask my senior, what is heaven?"
Luo Chuan Hearing this, his fingertips tapped lightly on the stone table top, with a slow and steady rhythm, making a subtle sound.
His eyes first glanced at the bamboo shadows swaying in the wind outside the pavilion, looking at the tall and straight green bamboos with lightly dancing branches and leaves, and then returned to the tea leaves floating and stretching in the cup.
His eyes were deep, his voice was as light as the mist lingering in the mountains, and he spoke slowly.
"What is the sky in your eyes?"
"Is it the boundless dome that covers the entire fairy world, is it the law of heaven and earth that brings down heavenly tribulations and restrains monks, or is it the invisible ruler that divides the realm of monks' cultivation and restricts their path of cultivation?"
Li Qianmei was slightly startled when he heard this. The knowledge of his past practice instantly appeared in his mind, and he subconsciously nodded in response.
"We monks go against the will of heaven, break away from the world, transcend life and death, and fight with the rules of heaven and earth all the way. In my opinion, the law that restrains all living beings and controls heavenly tribulations is heaven."
"Since you recognize the law as the sky, have you ever thought that the law sometimes breaks down and the dome also has flaws and gaps? There is no eternal principle."
Luo Chuan spoke calmly, with a hint of transparency in his tone.
Luo Chuan slowly raised his right hand, and a faint but pure golden light condensed on his fingertips.
In the golden light, the vast shadows of the stars and rivers, the birth and death of the fairyland, seemed to encompass the changes of all things in the world and the passage of time.
"A hundred years ago, I personally witnessed an ancient star going extinct. This star followed the path of heaven and operated steadily for tens of thousands of years without any deviation."
"But in the end, due to exhaustion of its own spiritual power, it completely disintegrated and turned into cosmic dust."
"Just think about it, the sky you talk about is the supreme law, so why can't it protect this well-behaved star?"
Luo Chuan The glimmer of light dissipated from the fingertips, and a subtle ripple appeared in the tea in the cup, slowly spreading, breaking the original calm.
Li Qianmei lowered his eyes, quietly looked at the tea swaying in the cup, and fell into deep contemplation. The original persistent doubts disappeared from his beautiful face.
With a trace of confusion that he had never experienced before, he murmured softly:
"Senior, by saying this, do you want to tell the juniors that the sky is not eternal and unchangeable, nor is it unshakable?"
"There is no absolute supreme thing in the world. Heaven is neither a concrete tangible thing nor the so-called only way."
Luo Chuan slowly picked up the tea cup. The dense water vapor blurred the deep look in his eyes. His tone was still calm, but every word was filled with Daoist charm.
"It is the endless gathering of thoughts of billions of living beings, the condensed will of countless monks practicing and enlightening, and the insights you and I have as we sit quietly in the pavilion at this moment."
"Every moment when the wind blows and the bamboo shadows move, and the tea warms the mind, it is a trace of the movement of all things in the world."
"If you ask me what heaven is right now, it would be better to ask yourself first, what is the sky in your heart that you want to protect, and what do you want to compete with."
"Thinking this matter through is more important than worrying about what the sky is."
Li Qianmei felt his heart tremble when he heard it, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, his fingertips unconsciously rubbed the edge of the teacup, and a turmoil arose in his heart.
The rustling of bamboo leaves outside the pavilion seemed to become extremely slow at this moment, and every sound was clearly transmitted to the ears.
Li Qianmei slowly raised his eyes and looked into Luo Chuan's eyes. The previous confusion was no longer there, replaced by a hint of enlightened pursuit.
But then, new doubts came to mind.
"Senior's meaning, younger generation vaguely understands that the sky is not hanging high in the sky, but exists in one's own body and blends in among all things."
"But if that's the case, why do we, the monks, still have to face the test of thunder and calamity from heaven when we break through?"
"Isn't that thunder calamity that destroyed the heaven and earth and swallowed up the lives of countless monks a punishment from heaven for those monks who went against heaven?"
Luo Chuan gently put down the teacup in his hand, and turned to look at the winding Huai River outside the pavilion. He saw the clear water hitting the bluestone, splashing fine water, and then flowing away without stopping for a moment.
"Thunder calamity is never a punishment from heaven, let alone a suppression of monks."
At this moment, Luo Chuan's voice is gentle and gentle, but it carries a power that penetrates people's hearts and points directly to the heart. Every word is clearly passed into Li Qianmei's ears:
"All creatures in the world must go through hardships if they want to grow and transform."
"When a young bird learns to fly, it has to experience countless falls before it can spread its wings and soar; when a seedling breaks through the ground, it has to push through thick and stubborn rocks before it can grow toward the sun."
"Thunder disaster to monks is like falling to a young bird, and a stubborn stone to a young seedling. It is never a life-threatening disaster, but a touchstone given by heaven to monks."
"Test whether your Daoist heart is as firm as iron, test whether your spiritual power is pure and flawless, and test whether you can hold on to your true heart in the desperate situation of life and death, find that glimmer of hope, and complete your transformation."
Luo Chuan raised his hand and pointed, and a ray of breeze followed his fingertips, quietly blowing through the bamboo tops outside the pavilion, bringing down a freshly sprouted green bamboo leaf.
The blade rotated slowly in the air, fell lightly, and landed quietly on the stone table in front of Li Qianmei.
The sunlight shines gently through the gaps on the top of the pavilion, falling on this tender green bamboo leaf, reflecting the fine and clear veins on the leaf.
The veins are criss-crossed, just like the spiritual veins flowing endlessly in the monk's body, revealing the lines of life.
"Look at this bamboo leaf, which grows in the spring and grows in the summer, and dries up in the autumn and falls in the winter. It seems that it has been following the order of heaven from beginning to end, and has never violated it in the slightest. But when it sprouts, it has to struggle to break through the layers of the bamboo sheath."
"When growing, we must desperately absorb the morning dew and sunlight, and strive to grow upward. Even when it withers and falls, it will turn into nutrients, penetrate into the soil, and nourish the new growth of Hsinchu in the coming year."