That day, I asked
Li Xianyun was sitting on the big willow tree beside the dojo.
Hair is messy and messy
A wine gourd hanging around the waist
Carrying a long sword behind his back
There was a monk: I dare to ask the senior's Taoist heart. . . ?
Xianyun raised his eyes, and although his voice was small, every word caught his ear, and he murmured lazily.
"When spring comes, I won't speak first.
How can any insect dare to make a sound?"
. . . . . .
Thousands of years more,
A monkey demon holding a stick discussed Tao with Li Xianyun.
Question: You can't love her if you take off the golden hoop, and you can't save her if you put the golden hoop on. On the road to spiritual practice, cutting off emotions may be the most difficult thing.
Li Xianyun frowned slightly and pondered for a moment: I cultivate and let nature take its course. If I want to cut off the seven emotions, it is inconsistent with my Taoist heart.
Immediately, he said: Let me ask you, what if the golden hoop squeezes your head and explodes? If he wants to explode, just let him explode.
After that, he looked up to the sky, laughed, and flew away with his flying sword.
