Omniscient and Almighty

Chapter 662

"When I was young, there were no books at home, so I borrowed "Selected Works", and saw "Nagato Fu", as if I had read it, and "Li Sao" was also the same."

Yuan Mei, a great talent in the Qing Dynasty, said this in his poems.

And there is another story involved.

The protagonist of the story is Huang Tingjian, a character who was a teacher and friend of Su Dongpo in the Northern Song Dynasty.

It is said that when he was the governor of the state, he took a nap one day. In his dream, he dreamed that he walked out of the yamen and came to a village. He saw an old woman setting up an incense table to pray. There was a bowl of celery noodles on the table. Huang Tingjian picked it up and ate it.

Woke up with the smell of celery in my mouth.

This is a very strange dream, although strange, but that's all.

But the next day Huang Tingjian had the same dream again!
Surprised, after waking up, Huang Tingjian followed the path in the dream, and then came to a village, saw the old woman in the dream, and after questioning, learned that yesterday was the anniversary of her daughter's death. After asking again, The day of his death was Huang Tingjian's birthday, and it was the same year.

If it stops here, it can be said to be just a coincidence.

But what happened next became even more bizarre. The girl loved reading and left behind a large bookcase for collecting books. The cabinet was locked, and the old woman didn't know where the key was, but Huang Tingjian found the key as before, and opened it. bookcase.

There are many manuscripts in the bookcase, and Huang Tingjian is very familiar with the contents of the manuscripts. He studied and studied all the way, and many manuscripts are exactly the same as those here!
……

It is hard to tell whether this story is true or false, but judging from the fact that various records in unofficial history and anecdotes are often contradictory, it is very likely to be false, just like the story of Su Dongpo's younger sister Su Xiaomei. ——No one, nothing.

This anecdote appeared in Xu Guangling's consciousness at this time, and what he thought about was not whether it was true or false.

It is the various bits and pieces in records or rumors from ancient times to the present.

From what Confucius said, "you are born with knowledge", to the "talent is like a gift from heaven" of various young prodigies, such as Fang Zhongyong, who was also from the Song Dynasty.

Judging from the fact that Huang Tingjian's story is suspected to be fabricated, this is an exact factual record, which comes from Wang Anshi's "Injury to Zhongyong". Of course, Wang Anshi may also be fabricated or deceived. — but this may not be a big deal.

"Fang Zhongyong, a native of Jinxi, was born as a Ligeng. Zhong Yongsheng was five years old, but he didn't know the book tools, and suddenly asked for them. His father was different, and he borrowed from his neighbors to meet him, that is, to write four lines of poems, and named him himself."

Shi Ligeng.

Did not know books.

That is to say, four lines of poems are written, and they are named after themselves.

These three descriptions together show very concisely but very concretely what it means to be "talented like a gift from heaven".

Not smart.

It is not learned.

But it is——

Born to know it!
To put it simply, some people are born with consciousness starting from a blank sheet of paper, while others are born with a basket of things. Once a certain condition is met, the things in the basket will be triggered.

Before, Xu Guangling thought that this fact was related to the situation of the Ito sisters, that is, they were born with extraordinary talents, and their tops were different from ordinary people.

But now, what Jiantianjing said showed another possibility.

Xu Guangling stood quietly outside the town for a long time, waiting until the wisps of white mist in that room slowly spread like smoke, from the room to the outside of the room, and then continued to spread little by little until completely dissipated, disappear.

This process lasted about three days.

"What do those dissipated consciousness fragments dissipate into? The most primitive micro energy without any information?" Xu Guangling suddenly thought of such a question.

"Do not".

"Like the leaves of a tree falling into the soil?" After thinking for a while, Xu Guangling asked again.

And this question was affirmed by Jiantianjing.

"Yes".

Whenever autumn and winter come, the leaves of the tree fall one after another, fall to the ground, and rot or decompose into new soil a little bit.

But this soil is not the soil in the general sense, it is the soil that has been developed and created, and has a lot of "active substances". This soil, many of its components, can be used as direct raw materials and absorbed by plants and trees.

When his thoughts turned here, Xu Guangling was again shocked and aphasic, or it could not be said to be shocked, but similar to numbness.

"Countless micro-fragments of consciousness are shrouded in this world, so... the more people there are, the more micro-fragments of consciousness are absorbed by newborns... Therefore, the growth and evolution of human beings is a superposition , On such a basis, is the overall development of human consciousness growing at an accelerated rate?"

"Yes".

Xu Guangling was silent.

So, life or death...

Is life just like the waves on the sea, the waves are constantly born and died, but the waves are eternal.

No wave can last forever, new ones will disappear soon, and new ones will bloom again, but every new one is not completely new, but contains some elements of the old individual.

Life, in such a way, is deduced successively.

The old woman's chanting is still going on.

For these three days, she did not eat, and only slept for a short time every day, then recited, and then when she was extremely thirsty, she only drank a small amount of water and continued.

On the third day, Xu Guangling witnessed the death of another old man in the small town.

It should have something to do with the heavy snow or the cold weather. Under the harsh climate, some old people whose lives are on the borderline, who can live and die, are dragged to the side of death.

This was the first time that Xu Guangling witnessed a life from birth to death after becoming a grand master.

In the middle of the night, in a deep sleep, at the moment when the old man was going to die, his aura of life, which was already slow, stagnant, thin and faintly scattered, shrank suddenly as if he had been stimulated by some great stimulus.

The scattered halo of life shrinks in an instant, condenses in an instant, changes from dim to bright in an instant, and may even be brighter than it has ever been in his life.

Just like the old kerosene lamps, the flames suddenly exploded.

However, just after this sudden explosion, the brightness went out instantly, completely.

Along with the eruption and extinction, there are wisps of white mist rising from the body of the dead, the so-called fragments of soul or consciousness.

Just like after the oil lamp was extinguished, the smoke began to disperse.

It also seems that the halo of life was not completely shattered, and the remaining part turned into these white mist.

Looking at the white mist in another small room in the distance, Xu Guangling's expression was solemn and solemn.

Returning to the pile of mottled and fallen stones more than a hundred kilometers away, Xu Guangling looked at them for a long time, looking at those stones one by one.

Those stones are big and small, new and old, although the latest ones are tens or hundreds of years old.

Each piece is engraved with handwriting, some of which were engraved with official tools, and the handwriting is deep and clear, and some of them may have just been scratched with wood or sharp stones at that time. Disappeared completely, leaving only a little shallow imprint.

The contents of those handwritings include Sanskrit, Tibetan, and Chinese. Some of these words are paragraphs of scriptures, some are just a short sentence, and some are just one or two words.

"Well".

"Moo".

There are also "Hum", as well as "Bei" and "Bei".

There are still many characters that are partially incomplete, leaving only "niu" or "kou" that are also somewhat incomplete.

Looking at these writings, looking at these stones, Xu Guangling seems to see different moods and sustenance through the years, vicissitudes, mottled smoke and oblivion.

Some pray for life, some mourn for death, and some give blessings.

There are also some, perhaps just expressing a kind of simple, people's tribute to some mysterious existence.

"I'm holding your hand"

"You follow me"

"Once gone is a lifetime"

From the field, Xu Guangling also summoned a stone, engraved such words on it, and then threw this new stone into the fallen stone pile.

The old woman's husband.

When he was young, he followed the love poems learned by his master in the temple.

It is also the only poem he knows in his life.

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