Another day, Shang Zhen sat cross-legged in the cave again.
But he doesn't know what kind of demon God is, he has been sitting for a while, but the wind is just not good.
I don't know how in other places, but Shang Zhen knows that this area where he is located should be free of birds and beasts in this windy season.
Think about it, so in such a strong wind, herbivorous animals can't find the grass, so naturally they won't survive here.
Since there are no herbivorous animals and carnivorous animals will not come, I really don't know what those jackals eat to survive.
I think those jackals must also have the source of that food, but I just didn't find it.
It is estimated that the wind here cannot be the time when the wind always blows all the year round.
If possible, we can only take one step at a time.
At this moment, the wind couldn't help except for his own breathing and the snort of the sleeping little cat. There was a dead silence in the mountain.
After sitting for a while, Shang Zhen started counting his breaths again.
It's just that after he counted his breath for an hour, he found that he couldn't calm down because of the strange wind today.
At this time, Shang Zhen thought about the problems he had encountered the day before.
That is, after getting used to a noisy sound, when the voice changes or suddenly disappears, oneself will be "woke up" from the state of concentration.
He decided to ponder the issue of being awakened tonight.
If you understand this question yourself, then you will be able to enter Dharma smoothly.
Once you have settled down, you will be able to sleep well.
Once you can sleep well, you can dream, and then you know what your previous life was like.
Shang Zhen believed that his analysis was absolutely correct, and he began to ponder, but he just pondered for a while before he laughed dumbfounded.
How can it be so complicated? Just take care of the noise outside and concentrate on counting your own breath. Can't you enter samādhi
But then he scratched his head again. Isn't he just because there is no movement outside that he can't enter the tranquility
Sometimes there is no outside sound, sometimes it changes and sometimes it is the same, but for myself, of course I want to get into concentration, of course I need to keep myself in a constant and unchanging state.
What could he come up with to provoke him, Shang Zhen was struggling with this problem and all his thoughts fell into it before he knew it.
He was wondering what he was constant.
At this moment, he didn't know, he just closed his eyes and thought but had entered another kind of concentration, which was for meditation.
The so-called "Only one day in the cave, it has been a hundred years in the world. There is only a bad axe, how can there be a fountain of immortality?"
There is no concept of time when people are in concentration.
Shang Zhen meditated on how to solve his worries. He felt that it was just a moment of effort, but in fact, another hour passed unconsciously.
The voice outside is always changing, so I can cope with all changes without change. This question has been perplexing Shang Zhen.
At this moment, there was a long voice of "Oh-" suddenly in the distance, and the wind finally blew again.
At the moment when the wind rose, Shang Zhen was finally awakened in that concentration.
And at this moment, he suddenly felt that there was something in his mind, not just a flash, he suddenly realized what he was unchanged!
I don’t know if I can stay in concentration for a long time if I guard this unchanging thing
Hearing the sound of the wind again, the mountains began to rumbling again, and then various sounds filled his ears, but Shang Zhen stopped counting his breath this time, and he just sat there quietly.
The various sounds in the mountains outside the mountain are mixed together, and the change of the noisy wind is really difficult to express in words.
If you have to let Shang Zhen express it, the verses in the "Pipa Xing" written by Bai Juyi in the Tang Dynasty are the most appropriate.
"The big string is noisy like torrential rain, and the small string is like a whisper.
Noisy cut the miscellaneous bullets, the big beads and the small beads fall on the jade plate.
Jian Guan Yingyu has a slippery bottom, and it's hard to get under the flowing ice of Youyanquan.
Bingquan's cold string is condensed, and the condensing is silent for a while.
Don't be sad and hateful, silence is better than sound at this time.
The silver bottle burst into water, and the cavalry protruded and shot. "
But at this time, the Shangzheng hadn't distinguished the changes in the wind at all.
If the wind sound can be regarded as a pipa song, no matter how it shifts among the palace, shang, angle, sign, and feather, or the scale disappears in an instant, it is a dead silence between heaven and earth, but Shang Zhen will ignore it !
(Note: Gong Shang Jiao Zheng Yu is equivalent to do, re, mi, sao, in the current numbered musical notation)
Shang Zhen kept sitting cross-legged like this, and after a while he finally fell asleep on the pile of firewood he was sitting cross-legged.
The night was still so dark, the wind was still blowing, and the strange sound of wind was all over the mountains.
But this time, no matter how the wind changed, Shang Zhen did not wake up after all.
And when a few more hours passed, when the wind stopped and the world returned to Qingming, the stars outside the mountain faded.
Those stars are like children who come out to play at night. People should go home when they are tired. They are disappearing one after another, and the sky is getting brighter.
At this time, the two voices in the cave in the mountain appeared.
One is a faint whirring sound, that is the little milk cat snoring.
If the little milk cat is compared to a human, then it is only the equivalent of a human being's childhood.
How loud can a little boy just scream
The sound outside was Shang Zhen's long and slight breathing.
After another half an hour, when the first ray of light was thrown into the cave from the rock gap at the entrance of the cave, there was a cry of "Oh oh oh" from the cave.
Little milk woke up, and then she took a piece of the barbecue left over from yesterday and went out of her hole.
Shang Zhen opened his eyes and sat up, and he didn't pay any attention to the short Yiba when the little milk cat went out.
Although he and the little milk cat have only been in this iron curtain mountain for two months, the little milk cat is already growing up.
Now this little toy can easily jump on the big rock through the "steps", and then stay on the big rock for a while every morning, just because there is its mother on the big rock.
Shang Zhen leaned on the stone wall and looked at the bright sky, thinking about his own affairs, but his expression became cloudy.
Now he is entangled again.
Because although he slept late last night, he figured out a truth, and then succeeded in entering concentration, no matter how the sound of the wind changes in the mountains and outside, he finally slept well.
To be able to fall asleep in the ever-changing sounds of wolves and ghosts crying like wolves inside and outside the mountains is definitely concentration!
Shouldn't you be happy after a good night's sleep? But now, who is working hard to remember, suddenly realizes that he hadn't dreamed last night!
I thought of a better way to enter meditation than counting breaths. I can sleep soundly!
But maybe it was because I was too deep in the concentration and I slept too hard, the dream I must have every day, even if it was just a small fragment, is gone.
But I actually lost my dream!
If the dream is gone, how do I know my previous life? !