Buddhism has temples, Taoism has Taoist temples, Christianity has churches. Looking at all the religions in the world, each has its own architecture. So, the Ghost Sect, which once had some incense and can still be passed down to this day, should also have its own headquarters.
Here is the translation:
"Both the layout and feng shui here are extremely in line with the academic theory of extreme yin and extreme sha."
In the past, going against the heavenly way and human way was considered a great evil, an evil demon that deserved to be executed, just like the Mao Shan sect's specialty of eliminating ghosts, and rarely adopted salvation. Because they thought that since you're dead, you should return to another world, what are you doing lingering here? But Zhao Wenbin's Orthodox Heavenly Way is not so, his sect emphasizes a "non-action"
This is a term that his master often hangs on his lips, and it is also the ultimate goal of all those who follow the Tao under heaven. "Non-being" is equivalent to "Infinity", and even fewer people can break through the Taiji, let alone the Infinity.
In Zha Wenbin's view, understanding "non-action" is not about doing nothing, but rather following the fundamental principles of human nature to guide our daily actions and help people find harmony with nature and follow the objective laws of things. In front of natural laws, humans should not act arbitrarily. The operation of heaven and earth follows the Tao, man follows the earth, the earth follows heaven, heaven follows the Tao, the Tao follows nature, and conforms to the laws of nature, rather than being disturbed by worldly fame and interests. Only when one's mind is calm and clear, free from distractions and false views, can they cultivate their character and act freely. At this time, human nature is no longer just human nature, but has become one with the Tao.
What is called reincarnation, in Zha Wenbin's view, is nothing more than a human pursuit of a comforting and self-restraining concept. "Reincarnation" simply put, is being governed by time and space.
Man, because he is subject to the control of time, must experience birth, old age, sickness and death, cannot escape suffering and trouble. Because he is bound by space, he has no way to be free and easy, he must follow the ground and walk, there is no way to fly freely. Why? Because he has not escaped the constraints of time and space.
Time and space, that is the sixth consciousness 'separate identification'; seventh consciousness 'attachment', because we have a strong sense of time, solid spatial constraints, so, we are forever bound to the cycle of birth and death as ordinary people.
The true meaning of the Tao is to break through one's own understanding of space and time, shattering the shell that has always bound oneself, just like Pangu creating the world in ancient times, finding a brand new world. Breaking free is not easy, life and death are natural laws, so humans must also be subject to them, hence people try to escape through longevity.
But since the past five thousand years, we have heard that someone lived for three hundred years, someone lived for five hundred years, but have you ever seen anyone live from five thousand years ago to now? No, not even a person who has lived for two hundred years can be found in our existing data.
Since it's impossible to break through this kind of change, one can pursue a breakthrough on the spiritual level, which is death. Some people do good deeds and accumulate virtues in order to seek a better reincarnation in the next life, while others take an alternative path by doing evil.
Taiji is just a description within the scope of our cognition and exploration, so there will be yin and yang opposing each other, and zheng and xie standing in opposition. But what if we transcend Taiji? Zhang Wenbin dare not imagine it, as it goes against everything he has learned. What kind of world lies at the boundary between Wuji and Taiji?
When Cha Wenbin looked at the ghost seal on the soul-calling banner, which was as big as a fist, he thought of the man on the lake surface. He was the one who used these words to make those Di people never turn over, and wasn't he also using the Soul-destroying Nail to kill the red-clad man?
Right and wrong, demonic path and heavenly path, for the first time he wavered!
Right and wrong are two extremes, when one transcends the ultimate of wrong, what will it be? Is it right?
At this thought, Cha Wenbin suddenly had a bold idea: "Old Wang, we might not die!"
Old Wang immediately revived like a fish that had been lying on the stone in the summer and was about to breathe its last, but was suddenly thrown back into the cool water. He quickly regained his energy, grabbed Zhu Wenbin's Taoist robe and asked: "Will they let us go?" Old Wang heard that this was a ghostly Daoist temple, and at that moment he almost turned around and ran away. Which of the several ghostly Daoists who appeared in front and back was easy to deal with? Not to mention coming to their home, wasn't that like a dog biting a dog, going there without return?
Cha Wenbin's consciousness began to blur, and he didn't know why he had such thoughts. These thoughts were terrifying, a re-recognition of the reversal of the Heavenly Way, and a violation of his ancestors' teachings. He hastily recited a calming mantra in his heart.
When everything returned to the cold whistling night wind, Cha Wenbin took a deep breath, looked up at the sky that was about to be covered by dark clouds again and said: "Light torches, set up in the southeast, northwest, southwest and northeast corners. Everyone will guard their own torch until dawn. Before the sun rises, no one is allowed to open their eyes, no matter what they hear or feel. Even if someone sings next to you or scratches your itch, don't open your eyes. Just sleep. Here are three talismans, which are your personal talismans. I made them according to each of your birth dates and the eight characters of your birth time. As long as you don't lose the talisman, everyone will be safe tonight."
You have to listen even if you don't want to, and do things even if you're not willing. That's the charm of Cha Wenbin. No one has ever raised any objections to his words, not even Old Wang, a seasoned old hand. Even with 10,000 unwilling thoughts in his heart, he still had to take his place, because Cha Wenbin was the pillar that held everything together. He had to wait until dawn; only when it was light could he confidently unlock the door and open up the unknown world.
Daytime belongs to them, nighttime belongs to it.
Zha Wenbin walked quietly to the soul flag, a familiar feeling floated over, had he seen it before? Except for those worm-like twisted characters, he swore he hadn't.
The silly face on the ground is still fast asleep, with a childlike innocence, he has never known what it means to be afraid, and he has never known what it means to betray, perhaps this is the purest heart in the world.
Zha Wenbin held a lit incense stick in his hand and gently waved it near his nostrils, smiling as he said, "Wake up, big brother."
The person with a sideways face might have felt itchy, rubbing his nose with his fingers non-stop. After a loud "Ah-choo!", Zha Wenbin was smiling at himself.
"Are you awake?"
He rubbed his head with a sheepish expression: "I was sleeping soundly, what's up Brother Wenbin? I was drinking and eating meat with someone in my dream."
Cha Wenbin handed him a life talisman that belonged to him, but it didn't matter whether he gave it or not. The most evil things in the world couldn't occupy his heart and soul, which had been proven by Shi Wu's case. The reason why they could succeed was because of what was hidden deep within one's own heart.
"Alright, you go sleep under the torch at that corner over there. It's warmer there. Here it's windy and cold. I'll take over your shift."
He looked at the other three people, each guarding a corner, either sitting cross-legged or sleeping on their side. He never asked why this was so, because he was Zuo Xiong's older brother, and since Zuo Xiong listened to him, then he should listen to him too.
He clutched his torch and soon fell asleep again, occasionally smacking his lips as if savoring more fine wine and good meat. Zha Wenbin took a glance, four torches, his was the brightest, in comparison Old Wang's was slightly dimmer.
When they all fell asleep, or at least closed their eyes, Cha Wenbin took a jug of wine and sat on the cold stone where Heng Rou's face had rested. He leaned one hand against his Seven Stars Sword and gazed at the Summoning Banner, taking a wild swig of wine, indulging in life with abandon.
The wind rises, and the robes move.
If you decide to set off, then the most difficult part of your journey has already ended.
Separating his palms, Zhang Wenbin poured his own blood onto this stone, and the bullet hole that was blasted out quickly filled up a bowl. Since I am the righteous path, you are evil, let me use the blood of this righteous path to sacrifice your flag!
Drawing his sword, a tiger's roar and dragon's wail, the Seven Stars Sword blade shone with blood, Zhao Wenzhen chopped down at the Soul Summoning Flag like a heavenly god...
The first ray of sunlight shone on the faces of the four, their eyelids twitching slightly from the stimulation of the light, and they had cried all night...
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