Imperial Master of the Ming Dynasty

"Remember our first correspondence?"

Facing Jiang Xinghuo's question, Dao Yan nodded.

"At the end of that letter, I wrote a sentence. In fact, the real 'Tao' is hidden in that sentence." Jiang Xinghuo said slowly.

Dao Yan thought for a while and said: "Our eyes are our prison, and wherever we look is the wall."

"right."

Jiang Xinghuo knew very well that the following content would be slightly obscure, but Dao Yan could follow his train of thought, so it was not difficult to understand it.

After all, as a time traveler, Jiang Xinghuo doesn't know whether there is really any tangible or invisible "way of heaven" staring at him from above, so some words can only be metaphorical, not expressive.

"I now name this Zen room of ours the 'Prison of Destiny'."

Although he still didn't quite understand what 'Destined Prison' meant, Daoyan knew very well that it must be an important philosophical concept, so he silently remembered it in his heart and nodded.

"And the world outside our meditation room, I named it the 'prison of freedom'."

"Of course." Jiang Xinghuo pointed to his eyes and said, "Actually, there is no prison of certainty and prison of freedom in this world. All of these are just prisons created by my gaze and limitations."

Dao Yan inexplicably thought of a word Jiang Xinghuo had said before that touched him deeply.

——Limitations of the times.

Therefore, without Jiang Xinghuo's explanation, Dao Yan suddenly understood the two different periods represented by the Hell of Destiny and the Prison of Freedom.

The prison of certainty is the next period, and the prison of freedom is the next period.

"And the process of us going from the prison of destiny to the meditation room, opening the door, and walking out to the prison of freedom is actually the process of resolving your heart ailments." Jiang Xinghuo continued.

Hearing this, a flash of understanding flashed in Dao Yan's eyes.

Looking up again, he seemed to see an evil dragon hovering on the beams of the Zen room, baring its teeth and claws at him.

However, compared with the powerful existence in the dream, the evil dragon at this time seemed to be bluffing, as if it were drawn on a piece of white paper, and it would break with a poke.

And a powerful dragon-slaying sword was taking shape in Jiang Xinghuo's hands.

And you only need to take the sword, kill the evil dragon, get out of the prison of destiny, and come to the prison of freedom, and you can gain freedom.

"Who are we in the prison of doom?" Jiang Xinghuo suddenly asked.

"prisoner."

Dao Yan gave a sharp answer.

Both the surface meaning and not the surface meaning.

Daoyan looked at the evil dragon that did not exist in the meditation room. In the prison of fate, everyone is both a prisoner of the prison and a prisoner of the evil dragon. The back of everyone's spine is connected with the hose projected by the evil dragon. Ba Si Bavin silver coins drive everyone's actions.

But Jiang Xinghuo's answer was somewhat beyond Dao Yan's expectations.

"No, we are the masters of the universe."

This answer full of Southern Song Dynasty Lu Jiuyuan's spiritual thinking was obviously not in sync with Jiang Xinghuo's previous thinking.

Dao Yan frowned and asked: "My heart is the universe, and the universe is my heart? But in that case, I am already the master of the universe, why am I trapped in the prison of death?"

"My heart is at ease."

Jiang Xinghuo blinked: "But every table, every chair, every wall in the prison of doom is a restraint on freedom."

"But."

Dao Yan hesitated: "Relying on the prisoner's own strength alone, even if he considers himself the master of the universe, still cannot change the fact that he is bare-handed, and the current situation of being imprisoned. There are no weapons. Wanting to break the shackles of the prison of death is not wishful thinking. ?"

"I've already given you the weapon."

Jiang Xinghuo said calmly.

When Daoyan heard this, he fell into deep thought.

Weapons, when will you give them to me? Where is it again?

Dao Yan still couldn't understand where Jiang Xinghuo placed this weapon that could break the prison of destiny and move towards the prison of freedom.

Seeing that he still didn't understand, Jiang Xinghuo also understood that for the old monk, even a "extremely smart" wise man in the physical sense still had his own thinking ceiling.

Therefore, Jiang Xinghuo broke the ceiling of this thinking level with just one word.

"You and I are both the masters of the universe. Every table, every chair, every wall is a restraint on freedom. But if you think about it on the other hand, aren't these weapons to break the restraint?"

"The prison of doom is not a real prison. The real prison is your gaze, vision, and thinking."

"Don't passively accept the existing objective conditions given to you by the Hell of Destiny. You must learn to use your subjectivity to use the objective conditions, use the tables and chairs in the Hell of Destiny, break the walls of the Hell of Destiny, and even use the Hell of Destiny to walls to open the way to the prison of freedom.”

"No one stipulates that you can only go through the main entrance and windows. If you smash the walls, it will still be the road."

Daoyan fell into a long "long test".

It took a long time for him to break this suffocating dullness.

But when he was talking, Dao Yan was obviously wrapped in a quilt, but he shivered for no reason.

"Is there really a prison of freedom in this world? In other words, aren't the prison of freedom and the prison of certainty the same thing?"

Jiang Xinghuo swallowed. He really didn't expect that Dao Yan's understanding could reach such a high level.

He replied firmly: "It's the same thing, and it's not the same thing."

"The prison of certainty is the prison of freedom that has not yet been recognized."

Dao Yan's eyes became clear at this time: "So, in fact, there is only one prison in this world. This prison is both a prison of fate and a prison of freedom."

"The reason why there are two names is just the relationship from one place to another in the long river of time."

Jiang Xinghuo nodded, pointed to the "Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva Ruyi Wheel Dharani Sutra" written by Su Shi for Guangjiao Temple on the wall of the Zen room, and said.

"Hundreds of years ago, Su Shi came here, and hundreds of years later you and I came here. We are in the same place, but they are not the same place. This is the reason."

Dao Yan has completely understood the inner connection between the Hell of Destiny and the Hell of Freedom.

This is a place with different names in different historical periods, but in different historical periods, the same place has different people and things.

But Dao Yan still has some doubts about one point.

"Even with weapons, can the tables, chairs, and wall tiles in the Prison of Destiny really break the powerful shackles of the Prison of Destiny?"

Jiang Xinghuo shook his head and said, "You're obsessed again."

Dao Yan's expression froze. For the first time, his genius mind felt less bright.

"Maybe it's because I'm sick."

But Jiang Xinghuo's answer immediately made the thoughts that flashed through Dao Yan's mind lose their self-concealing effect.

“Looking at mountains is not mountains, looking at water is not water.”

"The Hell of Inevitability is not a tangible entity. In the process of using tables, chairs, bricks and stones to try to break the Hell of Inevitability, the Hell of Inevitability is also collapsing. Using weapons to break it only accelerates the process of collapse. Maybe no one With a push, the Prison of Destiny will take thousands of years to collapse, but if someone rises up and throws bricks and stones, the Prison of Destiny will collapse within hundreds of years, and then enter the Prison of Freedom.”

"It's hard to understand?" Jiang Xinghuo asked calmly, looking at Dao Yan who was frowning.

"Incomprehensible."

Daoyan answered honestly.

Considering that using cases from ancient times would not attract the attention of Heavenly Dao, Jiang Xinghuo asked in a different way.

"Then do you think Zhou Li can recover from this?"

"Of course not."

Daoyan replied matter-of-factly.

The hierarchical system stipulated by Zhou Li now seems obviously absurd, because the well-field system no longer exists and cannot exist anymore.

Then it becomes a joke that the whole world is not the king's land.

Based on this joke, it is also a joke to re-establish the Zhou ritual hierarchy and use the authorization of the Emperor of Zhou to distinguish the levels of public officials and scholar-bureaucrats.

"Zhou Li was in Duke Zhou's time, right?"

"Yes, that's right."

"Zhou Li is in this era, right?"

"Of course it's wrong."

"Then Zhou Li will be in the next era, right?"

Dao Yan was stunned for a moment, and then replied: "I don't know."

"It's not necessarily right, and it's not necessarily wrong, but it may be partly right, which means it's wrong partly."

Jiang Xinghuo said calmly: "Yes - no - no, no, no, this is the evolution process of the same prison, and it is also the true law hidden under all historical processes."

When Daoyan heard this, there was an inexplicable look in his triangle eyes.

Dao Yan suddenly understood what Jiang Xinghuo meant just now about "the prison must collapse".

The process from "right" to "wrong" is the process from "the prison of necessity" to the "prison of freedom". It is also the process of Zhou Li from right to wrong.

Anything that was “right” in the previous historical period will most likely be “wrong” in the next historical period.

Therefore, fundamentally speaking, there is no need to worry about his mental illness.

Regardless of whether there is a dragon-slaying knife or not, as time goes by, the evil dragon will inevitably disintegrate and die, just like the milky white blood-sucking giant insect.

But Dao Yan still felt uneasy.

Of course Dao Yan knew that in the process of "preaching", Jiang Xinghuo had taught him the inevitable principles of "great cause", so Jiang Xinghuo would never hide his secrets, and he still had to ask questions that should be asked.

"But should we just do nothing and wait for the Prison of Destiny to be deconstructed and the Prison of Freedom to appear? Is there really no Dragon-Slaying Sword in this world?"

Jiang Xinghuo thought for a few moments and then replied.

"have."

"have?"

Dao Yan perked up and asked, "What exactly is the Dragon Slaying Knife?"

Jiang Xinghuo's answer was both mysterious and mysterious, but it was not too unexpected by Dao Yan.

"The dragon-slaying knife is the evil dragon itself."

Dao Yan vaguely felt that he had grasped the essence of the problem.

"What exactly is the evil dragon made of?"

For some unknown reason, Jiang Xinghuo did not answer Dao Yan's question directly, but sighed.

"Let me tell you a story. After listening to it, you will understand."

"This is a movie I once watched. You can understand it as a story that can be watched. It's called "Time Planning Bureau"."