Morning came silently. Dew hanging on the tip of the leaf, The air is not completely warm. The sky is not completely blue.
Li Yuan sat on the doorway of a simple house, a glass of water in his hand, and the world before him.
There is no intention to meditate. There is no formation to be arranged. There is no technique to master.
Just sit. And breathing.
The first gust - cold, Bring the rest of the night into the lungs. Second gust - warm, bring him back to this time.
"Everyone breathes, But not everyone realizes that they are living. "
A mother passed by a basket full of vegetables. A child ran around a chicken. An old man sweeps the yard.
Nothing that thrills the sky. Nothing created waves in Dao's sky. But every movement Contains a world rhythm that never stops.
"Is this understanding?" murmured Li Yuan. "That everyday life ... is an endless lesson?"
He drinks water slowly, And for a moment, he could feel the water flowing As if it is part of the breathing path. Enter… Silence ... Go out…
And somehow, Zhenjing in him adjusts to him. Nature in him no longer just resonates with high understanding, But also with the usual rhythm of the outside world.
That morning, he helped pound rice. Carry water. Cut wood. Listening to stories from old grandparents under the tree.
And when the sun rises, Li Yuan stopped. Staring at his dirty hands with mud and work.
He took a deep breath ... And the world in him shakes slowly.
"Understanding today ... not coming from the sky, But from seeing the world without wanting to change it. "
And once the night came down, Li Yuan lay without the intention to reflect, But the world in him continues to grow by itself.
It's been 14 days since Li Yuan lived in the small village. Calm days, clean air, Simple Population Steps ... But precisely from that peace, ripples began to be felt.
A village young man - Yao Lin - always watched Li Yuan. Not because of amazed, But because he felt threatened by calmness that he did not understand.
"Why is he always alone, and still respected?" "Why did he only help a little, but everyone likes it?" "What is he hiding?"
Yao lin is the son of the village head, And since childhood it was taught that recognition came from strength.
But Li Yuan ... never show off strength. Never boast of knowledge. Never demand respect. But all the village children gathered nearby, The elders smiled at him, And nature is like submitting without a word when he passes.
"It's not an ordinary human ..." Yao Lin whispered silently.
On the 15th night, Yao Lin went to Li Yuan's house secretly. He brought a small dagger. Not to kill - he himself is not sure what the purpose is But the envy that he did not understand took him to that point.
However, before he had time to step closer, The wind stopped.
Not because of strength. But because of nature recognition.
Li Yuan opened his eyes. He didn't speak. Not moving. He just looked at Yao Lin ... and his breath came in, then came out.
And at that moment, Yao Lin saw himself in Li Yuan's eyes. Emptiness. Anger that has no shape. Unconsciousness of why he stepped so far.
"I ... just want to be known," he muttered.
Li Yuan stood up, Take a fan of water, and offer it to Yao Lin. Without a word. Without accusations.
Yao Lin took it. His hands trembled. And when the water touches his lips, He cried. Not because of fear, But because of newborn awareness.
That night, without attack, without an explosion of power— A conflict was born, And a soul began to tremble towards understanding.
"Sometimes, the hardest battle is not between two bodies, But between one soul and its own shadow. "
Li Yuan walked on the village path, Passing the fields, trees, and simple faces. But without he asked, The world began to talk ... Through reflections that are not visible to ordinary eyes.
Every time there is a hidden intention, Every time there is a distorted heart vibration, Nature will voice it - not in the word, But in the form of echoes that only Li Yuan heard.
"Mirror goes," Thus people call it quietly.
Not because he brought glass, But because everyone who looked at him, As if looking at the shadow in themselves.
When a young man looked at Li Yuan with jealousy, The shadow of the tree behind them turned the other direction. When a woman looks at him with hidden desires, The air becomes solid, and the bird's sound stops.
All who have bad intentions, Unconsciously seeing the reflection of their own intentions in every interaction.
Not because Li Yuan judged. But because the domain of his ganks has developed.
He is no longer just feeling ... The world feels with him.
Even the earth seemed to judge. The sky was listening. Awan is a witness, and the wind becomes a whisper.
An old traveler comes, walk with a bamboo stick, Looking at Li Yuan silently, then smiled bitterly.
"It's been a long time since I saw a mirror like this ..." he muttered. "Mirror that does not reflect, But intention. "
Li Yuan just nodded. "The mirror is not to judge," he said quietly, "But so we know what we hide from ourselves."
And at that time, the realm of ganjing in her throbbing, And the sound of all creatures is the echo of understanding.
"If the world is responding to, maybe the time is not to go further, But to stay silent ... And let the world walk on me. "
With the deeper ganjing domain, Li Yuan is not just integrated with the world, But it is a place where the world recognizes itself.