"It has never passively accepted the arrangements of heaven. Instead, it has tried its best to live out its true nature within the established laws of heaven and earth."
"I have never let down every inch of my time. This is the true boundary between obeying heaven and going against heaven that monks in the world have been pursuing."
Luo Chuan stretched out his fingertips and gently touched the bamboo leaves on the stone table. In an instant, the seemingly ordinary bamboo leaves trembled slightly.
It seemed as if a faint trace of vitality had been injected into it, and the greenery on the leaves seemed to be a little brighter.
"Thousands of monks in the world often talk about changing their fate against heaven, but the vast majority of people have always misunderstood the true meaning of the word 'against'."
"True rebellion is never about being arrogantly hostile to the laws of heaven and earth. It is not about blindly resisting the way of heaven and violating the laws, but it is about not being constrained by the established laws."
"Don't be constrained by the worldly vision of spiritual practice, stick to your own path, follow your own spiritual path, don't compromise due to external constraints, and don't be shaken by the catastrophes of life and death."
"Just like a hundred years ago, I met a casual cultivator by chance. He was born in the mortal world. His parents died when he was young and he became an orphan.
His cultivation qualifications are extremely mediocre and his spiritual roots are mixed. In the eyes of others, he has no chance of becoming an immortal in this life, and he is not even qualified to step into the door of cultivation."
"But he just didn't believe in fate, ignored the ridicule of the world, and the difficulties and dangers ahead, and insisted on embarking on the path to immortality. He went through many obstacles and endured countless hardships, but he had no protection from the sect.
Without the aid of magical medicine, I had to explore step by step on my own, struggling on the edge of life and death again and again, but I never gave up my Daoist heart and was never bound by the so-called destiny and laws..."
"Qianmei's second question, what is heaven."
Li Qianmei is sitting in the stone pavilion, his posture is still upright, but the searching intention in his eyebrows is stronger than before.
She put her hands gently on her knees, her fingertips curled slightly, and her eyes fell on Luo Chuan opposite her for a moment, waiting for a deeper answer.
Luo Chuan Hearing this repeated question, there was no emotion on his face, as if he had already anticipated such a situation.
He lowered his eyes and looked at the cold tea on the stone table. He held the celadon tea cup with his white fingers and slowly poured the remaining tea in the cup into the stream outside the pavilion.
The cold tea slid down the rim of the cup, fell into the gurgling stream, and merged with the clear water.
The water flow suddenly produced several tiny ripples, which startled a few small fish that were swimming freely at the bottom of the stream to flick their tails and dive deep into the algae, never daring to show their heads again.
Luo Chuan put down the empty cup, slowly rubbed the smooth rim of the cup with his fingertips, and lightly traced the delicate lines of the cup body with his fingertips.
It took a long time to raise my eyes, and my gaze fell steadily on Li Qianmei's clear eyes. His voice was a little more calm and Youyuan that had accumulated over the years than before. Every word fell clearly in the pavilion, blending with the sound of the stream.
"What I said just now is that heaven is the avenue for you and me to integrate and coexist with all things in the world. But if it doesn't stop there, the word "tiandao" has another completely different meaning."
As he spoke, Luo Chuan slowly raised his right hand, flicking his sleeves without any strong wind, and a warm and white aura slowly condensed on his fingertips.
The spiritual light was not as sharp as a magic spell, but instead exuded a gentle vitality. It gently stretched and spread in mid-air, and in an instant it turned into a slim shadow of a green bamboo.
The shadow of green bamboo is the same as the green mountains outside the pavilion.
The bamboo leaves have clear veins and sway gently in the wind, lifelike.
"Look at the green bamboo outside the pavilion. When the seedlings first grow, their branches are slender and they need to be protected from violent storms before they can take root and grow."
"When it grows into a bamboo forest, its branches are tall and straight, but it can withstand frost and snowstorms, and it stands proudly between heaven and earth. People who practice Buddhism are in different realms, and their understanding and perception of heaven are completely different."
Luo Chuan followed the phantom green bamboos and looked at the green bamboos all over the mountains and fields outside the pavilion, and continued in a calm tone:
"Just like when you first entered the path of spiritual practice, your cultivation was shallow and your vision was limited. You only thought that heaven is the supreme and irreversible law of heaven and earth. It is an existence that monks need to respect and obey throughout their lives."
"Now that you have achieved the Jingnie Realm realm, your cultivation is profound, your horizons are widened, you will feel that heaven and the monks are interdependent, symbiotic and prosperous partners."
"But if one day, you step beyond the realm of the Heavenly Human Realm, stand on the nine heavens, overlooking the billions of living things in the world, and then ask yourself what the sky is, the answer will definitely be completely different."
Li Qianmei Hearing this, his beautiful eyebrows frowned slightly, a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes, and the doubts in his heart became more intense. He subconsciously leaned forward a little and asked softly.
"So, does it mean that there is no fixed number in the way of heaven? There is never a single fixed number?"
"All things in the world are fixed and variable, especially the way of heaven."
Luo Chuan The fingertips moved slightly, and next to the green bamboo shadow in the mid-air, another monk's shadow slowly condensed.
That Dao Xu shadow has broken through the realm step by step from being ignorant and weak in the early stage of Qi refining, and has experienced many catastrophes such as becoming a god, transcending tribulations, and ascension.
Every time one's cultivation level rises, the surrounding world will expand and transform, and the shape will be completely different.
"This monk spent his whole life pursuing the true meaning of the way of heaven, constantly asking for what heaven is. But it wasn't until he reached the top and soared away that he suddenly realized that he had been in the way of heaven from beginning to end, and had never really left."
"Just like you and I are sitting in this square stone pavilion at this moment, thinking that we are outside the sky, quietly observing the sky, and understanding the way of heaven."
"But these stone pavilions, green bamboos, streams, and even every word and deed, every breath and every breath of you and me, are not part of the way of heaven?"
After the words fell, Luo Chuan slowly withdrew his spiritual power, and the two Dao Xu shadows in mid-air instantly turned into dots of spiritual light and dissipated in the air without leaving a trace.
Luo Chuan then raised his hand and picked up a withered yellow bamboo leaf that had just been blown off by the wind on the stone table. He gently twisted it with his fingertips, and the warm spiritual power wrapped around the bamboo leaf.
But in an instant, the bamboo leaf turned into fine spiritual light that filled the sky, slowly blending into the air in the pavilion, completely blending with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
"A hundred years ago, I once met an ancient monk who had survived for trillions of years. When he was young, he was Xiangang Continent the most outstanding person in ancient and modern times."
"This person's cultivation is as high as the heavens, and he can do everything in his power. But in the end, he still cannot escape the erosion of time, and he will eventually die."
Luo Chuan's voice was full of reminiscence, Youyuan looked towards the distant sky, as if he had traveled through time and saw the figure of the ancient cultivator back then.
"Back then, I also asked him why he clearly held the road to heaven, but finally chose to give up and return to dust."
"He didn't answer directly. He just raised his finger and pointed at the birds flying freely in the forest, and told me that when I was young and frivolous, I always thought that heaven was an existence that needed to be stepped on and conquered at will. I wanted to go against heaven and change my destiny and be above the way of heaven."