When Ling Yun saw that this monk was meditating quietly, she was very curious about what would happen when this monk was meditating, and he was full of questions about all this.In his opinion, this monk's meditation belongs to the lowest level, that is, meditation.There are no exercises, except meditation, or meditation.When Wuming was meditating, he didn't think about anything, all his thoughts were on a static word.His body was already covered with dust, and that thick dust had witnessed that he had been meditating for a long, long time, as if he had been meditating for several years.At this moment, everything is empty, he enters the realm of self-forgetfulness, in this realm of self-forgetfulness, he forgets time, forgets space, even time and space, at this moment is so bland, it is also so tasteless, only replaced by "nothing".In this state of self-forgetfulness, Wuming just sat all the time, and his whole body and heart were completely unified.If it is said that when people enjoy the most in the day and when they are most comfortable, in fact, the happiest time is when they sleep, and dreaming while sleeping does not count.In fact, when I was sleeping, I was in that state of complete self-forgetfulness, and at that moment, I didn't think about anything.It's just that there is nothing to think about, so people will feel so comfortable.When they suddenly open their eyes the next day, many people's first feeling is actually not good, but they still have to forcibly say yes, forcibly tell themselves that they should go through every day happily, or forcibly tell themselves what they are going to do today and what they want to do well today.In fact, it is just a compulsion, and it cannot be denied that the most comfortable and comfortable moment of the day is the time when you sleep, when there are no nightmares and no good dreams in that sleep.In fact, a good dream is not comfortable, because no matter how good the dream is, at the moment of waking up, what is left is only indifference, and what is left is only loneliness, and that little bit of loneliness will come to a person's heart.Dreams are always dreams.In fact, only the true thoughtlessness and thoughtlessness are the highest realms.In order to achieve the state of thoughtlessness and thoughtlessness, many people choose to become monks.Wu Ming meditated like this, and there was no vision on his body, he did not become an immortal, he did not become a Buddha, and on his robe, the dust would only pile up more and more.It's autumn now, the autumn leaves are falling, through the window in the house, you can see that the leaves are blown into the distance and keep drifting, these leaves are fluttering, and they continue to draw a few beautiful postures.However, no matter how beautiful the leaves are, they are destined to be drowned in the soil and become a speck of dust on this earth.Even if it was Xiao Se in the autumn, he couldn't alarm Wu Ming in the slightest, his whole person was still sitting quietly, he still stayed on the empty realm, maybe at this moment, he was no different from a stone.The autumn gloom couldn't wake him up, and in a blink of an eye, it was already winter, and in the winter, the snowflakes kept fluttering, and the silky snowflakes were sprinkled into the air beautifully.Soft snowflakes passed through the windows of the room and entered Enlightenment's room, covering the room with a thick layer of snow.Of course, when the snow is covered, there is a lot more chill in the whole room.In the cold winter, if the cold wind blows on the face, it can blow the skin of a person, and if it is blown into the bones, it will frostbite a person's bones.The cold wind with frost blew past Wu Ming, and before he knew it, his robe was frozen, and with the wind blowing incessantly, his whole body was completely covered with ice and snow.Now, he has become a snowman, a snowman in this world, without thoughts.Actually, he is not much different from a real snowman, because at this time, he really has no thoughts.Winter is cold, in this winter, there are many creatures, many insects are frozen to death because of the cold of winter, so when winter comes, it means that some life can not survive.This is the law of nature, and no one has yet been able to change this law, how ruthless and powerful this law is."
Life, what is it for, since people live, then why should they die" "Life, what is the meaning of coming to this world, whether it is fame, money, or wisdom, even if you have it when you come to this world, but when you leave this world, everything is gone, and everything is gone. ”"Life, at the end of the day, still has to face death, nothing lasts forever in this world, but people deceive themselves and say that a world lasts forever, even if it is the sky, even if it is the earth, there are times of destruction, and nothing can last long."
Feeling that Wuming was still meditating quietly, Ling Yun's mind couldn't help but have so many thoughts popping up, and at this time, he suddenly felt a kind of sadness, a kind of living sadness.Lingyun is just a consciousness, a consciousness that can detect Wuming, he knows Wuming's thoughts, but Wuming doesn't know his existence.In this winter, Ling Yun's mind wandered away from this enlightened body, and his mind also flew to the temple.In fact, this temple is very small, very small, if you say that there are monks in this temple, then there is only one enlightenment.When Ling Yun's thoughts flew out of the temple, he saw a town not far from the temple.Of course, in the towns, there is also a distinction between the rich and the poor, in fact, in this world, everywhere, there is a difference between the rich and the poor.Many children from rich families are constantly running in the snow, they are wearing thick cotton jackets, they don't have to be afraid of the cold, they are very happy and happy when they have snowball fights.This is their childhood.It was a very happy childhood, and when these children watched the snowflakes that kept falling in the sky, their eyes were full of appreciation and excitement.When looking at the pentagonal and hexagonal snowflakes in the air, it can indeed make them dance happily.While the dozen or so children were happily admiring the snowflakes, they saw a barefoot peer walking by.They were all children of the same age, but the little boy with bare feet had a lot less joy in his eyes.His gaze was much more mature than that of his peers, and he did not feel the cold as the snowflakes fell from the sky, and although he was barefoot and wearing only a thin garment, he did not shiver.In fact, he is really not cold, because he is used to it, he is a child of a poor family, he is eleven years old this year, he only knows that he walks barefoot in winter, it has been several winters.，，； mobile phone reading,