Su Mo looked at the old man in front of him, and gradually his eyes appeared red, opened his mouth, but did not say anything.
Du Pingsheng knew who he was, and he also knew that Confucianism and Taoism were difficult to convert into God.
But he is still like Su ink from the mountain, to help Su ink broken mirror.
The return of the wanderer is not a departure. Everything seems to have changed, and nothing seems to have changed.
What changes is the identity of those who come back, and what does not change is the eyes of the old man looking at the wanderer.
Su Mo looked at Du Pingsheng go out just gray hair, I do not know when has become white.
In a short month, it seems like years...
"Du Lao..."
Seems to see Su ink's eyes, Du Pingsheng does not care to smile.
"When one is old, one's hair is always white."
Su Mo thought of his white hair, the whole body with a shudder, looking at Du Pingsheng's look in a river of waves.
Like the winter sun, like the summer rain.
He did not know that Du Pingsheng after his disappearance, at the risk of retaliation with Leizong heinous hatred, outside the whole search for more than half a month... Three kinds of land, dig three feet.
And Du Pingsheng also said nothing. It seemed that the moment I saw Sumo come back, it had become unimportant.
"Where does God become?" Du Pingsheng looked at the stunned Su Mo, smiled and stroked his beard.
Su Mo smell speech look revealed a trace of confusion, nine outside, he has no home...
He did not know where to turn God, nor did he know how to turn God.
"Why not go to your hometown?" Du asked with a smile.
Su Mo looked depressed shook his head...
Home in the past, the past can not go back.
Home in the boat, the boat is no one.
Hometown in the imperial city, the imperial city dare not go.
The parents in the imperial city is Su Mo's last attachment, he dare not easily take a cause and effect back...
It seems to understand Su Mo's sadness, Du Pingsheng smiled and opened his mouth to Su Mo:
"Then go to my hometown!"
Su Mo shivered all over and looked at Du Pingsheng tightly.
A fairy xiu's hometown, often with its lifelong attachment, is a fairy Xiu heart fetters, but also for a person's weakness.
Du Pingsheng is willing to take Su ink to its hometown, Xu is Su ink in its heart already is for personal inheritance.
'Well?
Su Mo deeply looked at Du Pingsheng kind eyes, slowly nodded.
Du Pingsheng smiled kindly, "Then go..."
Su Mo turned to look at this Du life do not know how many years of life Yunzong medicine mountain, Zhang opened his mouth, "but... Un-jong...
Du Pingsheng is an elder of the Yunzong clan with a high seniority. But this goes to...
Du Pingsheng's face flashed a trace of sadness, fleeting. Taking a look at this medicine mountain, he sighed deeply: "This cloud Zong... That's not me..."
He didn't say much, and Su Mo didn't ask much.
"Wait a moment..." Du Pingsheng seemed to remember something, turned his head into the grass hut, and then walked out very quickly.
I think I picked up some stuff.
Du Pingsheng walked to the front of Su Mo, the old face piled on a smile, to Su Mo opened his mouth: "Go."
"Good," said Hermione.
At the feet of the two people lit up the golden light of the force of Su Mo Confucianism and Tao rules, and disappeared in the blink of an eye on the mountain...
Their departure was quiet and did not disturb anyone.
This night's medicine mountain is quiet, as if two people leave, do not change the desolate meaning of medicine mountain.
A flying insect fluttered and landed on the cold teapot on the stone table. A wisp of breeze blew, the flying insects were blown by the wind, and flew back to the grass and trees.
The residual tea in the tea cup was blown by the wind, and it had a vague meaning.
...
The night is like ink, the moon is like frost.
An old man and a young man walked under the moonlight, the old man's white hair reflected the silver moon.
Su Mo followed Du Pingsheng's steps, walking in the night.
I do not know when, he has long been accustomed to walking slowly in the night. But I do not understand why Du Pingsheng seems not in a hurry to take him to walk away.
"Shall we go to Du Lao's hometown?" Su Mo turned his head to look at Du Pingsheng beside him.
Du Pingsheng turned to look at Su Mo and smiled: "How long has it been since you walked?"
Su Mo lowered her head and thought for a long time... From the beginning of monasticism, he rarely walked down to earth.
There's nothing in the world to give him a break.
Du Pingsheng looked at Su Mo's expression, but smiled and continued to walk along the forest path toward the night.
"What do you think is a converted God?"
Du Pingsheng's old voice sounded in the forest, accompanied by the "creaking" of the insect singing frog in the grass and trees, sounded next to Su Mo's ears.
"Transform God into all realms, transform God into cultivation and escape from all realms..." Su Mo thought about it, according to the introduction of the big evil for the secularization of God, slowly open.
"Out of the world and into God."
Transforming God into a realm under God is a realm above God.
The realm, the realm of God. A word difference, but a world of difference.
Only from the common way to become God...
Out of the fan... It's the only way people can transform God.
Confucian and Taoist cultivation is the world. Based on common customs, how can we get rid of common customs... This is also the origin of Confucianism and Taoism without transforming God.
This is the predicament of Sumo Hua God.
Cultivate the common, but to get out of the common.
Du Pingsheng nodded with a smile and slowly opened his mouth and said, "This is the secular way of transforming God, transforming God, but in fact it is still the way of cultivating and repairing the imperfections of all realms."
"The so-called removal from the world is just giving up something with the intention of pursuing the perfection of the Tao."
"I still can't escape the word 'monastic'."
Su Mo a leng, and heard Du Pingsheng continue to open his mouth:
"Since it is only a monastic practice, why should I leave the world....."
Su Mo nodded and followed Du Pingsheng to move on.
The road at the foot of the foot receded step by step behind, and the long road in front of me without knowing the prospect was also like Su Mo's way of transforming God.
"Dan Tao practice, transform God needs one attachment. Confucian and Taoist cultivation of the mind, what is it seeking?"
Du Pingsheng smiled and walked forward as if he were talking to himself.
Su Mo's body shuddered and stood in place.
Dan Dao practice, for a holding... Su Mo thought of Du Pingsheng said in the past: Dan repair all have a hold, is the Dan for life.
While Confucianism and Taoism cultivate the mind, what are they seeking?
Suddenly, Su Mo dumbfaced with a smile, removed the replacement of the face of the jade, revealing the white hair of the charming young appearance...
"Confucian and Taoist cultivation of the mind is also seeking a 'mind'."
Su ink showed the original appearance, went to Du Pingsheng side, with Du Pingsheng step by step to move forward.
This search for a 'mind' is for the heart.
Du Pingsheng turned his head to look at Su Mo that white haired boy appearance, smiled.
"Know what to do?"
This is the first time he saw the real appearance of Su Mo, but never thought it was so elegant and elegant, just like jade...
'I don't know! Su Mo shook her head.
Confucianism and Taoism transform God, as difficult as climbing to heaven.
If you want to become God, you are not on the contrary...
Du Pingsheng smiled and nodded.
"Take your time. Take your time."
Two people toward the night slowly forward, a breeze blowing, the forest insects singing frog language together to the distance.