Chapter 9 Meditation

It's late at night, and it's dark and silent outside. Outside the window, the corn in the endless cornfield also fell asleep. After putting down the leaves that had been raised for a day, it was quiet. Peace was the way for them to rest. The sound of frogs came from the river not far away, awakening the loneliness of the only crickets that can play with them at this moment. They are loyal to their duties, like the beaters of a distant era, working hard on their mission in the lonely night.

He Xiaozhuo sat alone in **, with his legs inside the disk, his eyes slightly closed, and his hands folded under the navel, as if holding that position slightly. Now He Xiaozhuo knows that it is called "Dantian". His shoulders drooped, his whole body relaxed, and he entered a state of entry. It's almost a holiday. Although the old man did not let him worship his teacher, let alone tell him the origin, the old man continued to let him recite those strange words after playing chess every day and began to let him meditate like himself. That kind of sitting method is very special, which makes He Xiaozhuo naturally think of the way of sitting cross-legged when her late grandmother smokes on the kang. The difference is that she presses one leg on the other leg and throws both feet back. At this moment, her sitting method is to put the soles of her feet at the root of the thigh of the other leg, and the soles of the feet are facing God. When I watched the old man's demonstration, I thought it was very funny. I didn't expect it to be different when I sat up. I broke my two ankles painfully. If I hadn't let the old man flatten myself, I would have retreated long ago. Fortunately, after a period of grin, I'm used to it now.

Those strange words have also been memorized a lot, and they can smoothly combine eight hundred and sixty-four hexagrams, as well as nine stars and eight gates, six Ding Liujia and so on. He Xiaozhuo also seems to deliberately compete with the old man and never asks about the use of these things. As long as the old man says it, I will accept it all. Then the next day, you will recite it word for word. The old man always shook his big banana fan and looked at He Xiaozhuo's back and couldn't help nodding.

The body seems to have disappeared, but it clearly exists. It has dissolved or is melting, becoming more and more and more emptiness. It blends with the empty night, merges into one, quiet breathing, pure kneading, wisps, swinging, like light smoke, like a breeze... He Xiaozhuo began to lose himself, He Xiao It's getting quiet...

My parents live in the south room of Xiangyang. He Xiaozhuo's room is in the north room diagonally opposite them. My brother and sister live in the west room. He Xiaozhuo's house was built in the year when the cooperation turned yellow. Everyone in the village came to help, and it was voluntary, including the carriage for pulling sand and bricks. At that time, it was free. As long as the production team told the captain, the members would get up early to work for you the next day, and it was the greatest satisfaction for everyone to have a white steamed bun at noon. As for whether his parents can afford to build a house like the one He Xiaozhuo lives in now, He Xiaozhuo has never thought about it. Although it has long looked dilapidated, He Xiaozhuo is satisfied because he has such a single room that he can meditated. Because he had an agreement with the old man: anyway, these actions between him and the old man are secret. Only the two of them can know, and don't let others know. Therefore, He Xiaozhuo watched his family lie down in the middle of the night every day, quietly rowed his door and began to meditating.

It is an ancient wasteland, stretching to a faraway place, bordering the sky and the earth. The vast land is empty, and the mountain rock is located on it, solid and calm. Like a kind old man smiling kindly. It is like a deep mineral, and the powerful power of energy comes from his depths. I don't know where the golden light comes from, as if it comes from the endless universe, and it seems to come from the depths of the earth. In short, everything is shrouded in golden light. Including those rocks, it should be ochre. At this moment, it looks more pure and resolute in the yellow light, and the earth is thicker and broader under this background. The light is bright and floating, but it is heavy in quality, like the light of the sunset, but the light of the sunset is difficult to hide the weakness of the approaching dusk. The light here is mature, steady, loving, endless and pure. Instead of dazzling eyes, it is a rare peace. Hao Haoran was in it, and He Xiaozhuo felt comfortable and frank as never before. The body and mind are pure and bright. Leisurely, wonderful, floating and wandering, forgetfulness.

In the past, the indescribable depression in his heart, inexplicable sadness, and all kinds of shyness that made him unable to raise his head, unprovoked resentment and grievances, the troubles and entanglement of scratching his heart, and long-term resentment and confusion... Have they all disappeared? It turned into dust and was thrown into the valley of Jiuyou, which was swept away thousands of people away. No, it is completely melted. In the endless yellow light, there is no trace of them. Through the ancient vision, they are silent. They are vague, bright and full of vitality. They exist again at this moment. The familiar knots in the past, the heavy roots that can't be put down, the roots that can't be cut, and the nightmares that repeatedly tortured me have not disappeared. Travel companions who have been together for many years, inseparable love and hate, no matter where you feel its body temperature, its pulse and even its heartbeat related to you. But at this moment, they are no longer hatred, no longer evil, and no longer a burden. In the dark, is it you who smile calmly at you? Is it you who are affectionate in your veins? Is it you who are in a warm embrace with you? A huge amount of energy flows into their bodies calmly every minute of their contact. Dantian is hot and bright. Have they all been transformed? With quiet thoughts and blue breathing, He Xiaozhuo greedily tasted this feeling intoxicated...

The crisp sound of something being broken broke the silence of the night and He Xiaozhuo's dreamy meditation. Next came the rough roar of his father:

"But! But it's just. Divorce is a divorce!"

He Xiaozhuo knew that another war between his parents had begun.