"Dong Zhuojun is too polite." Poison Island's Witch narrowed her eyes and smiled. Her smile was very charming. She was only 18 years old, but she had the charm of an older sister.
"Does that mean Senior Poison Island agreed?”"Let's go then." Dong Zhuo raised his eyebrows.”
After having lunch with Poison Island's Tsuyoshi, Dong Zhuo continued to train his Kendo foundation.
Poison Island's bandit was holding a cup of tea and constantly giving pointers.
After training for nearly three hours, when it was close to five in the afternoon, Poison Island's Slayer frowned and suddenly said,""Dong Zhuojun, I think you need some rest. Such high-intensity training will cause great harm to your body.”
Dong Zhuo shook his head and waved his saber.""I know my body well. Don't worry. I'm still far from reaching my limit!”
Seeing that Dong Zhuo didn't listen to his advice, Poison Island's bandit changed the topic and said,""Dong Zhuojun, you've done enough basic moves. I think you should learn to meditate and train your willpower!”
"Meditation?" Dong Zhuo paused and asked in surprise,""Like a monk?"
The Poison Island Cultivator burst out laughing and shook his head,""Of course not. Meditation is just a concept. Dong Zhuojun was a Chinese, so he should know that there was a saying in Confucianism about self-cultivation. This was a form of mental training.”
"Is this kind of thing helpful to my strength?”Dong Zhuo's eyes were filled with disdain. In his opinion. In this world where the dead were about to run amok, even if an accomplished monk was bitten, he would still become the same kind of dead body.
Without any magic or special abilities, what was the use of having a high spiritual cultivation base? People might still be revered in peaceful times, but the world was about to end!
"That's not the case!" " No!" Poison Island Cultivator shook his head and said," Meditation is a boring and monotonous way to train one's willpower. Endure what ordinary people can't endure and reach a realm that ordinary people can't reach.”
"What's the use!" Dong Zhuo resumed the action of waving his saber. He swung his saber vertically and horizontally at various angles. Even though he was holding a wooden saber, he still gave off a feeling that he could cut through everything.
The poison island bandit looked at Dong Zhuo solemnly and said,""Dong Zhuojun, you're too extreme. Power only truly belonged to oneself if it could be completely controlled by oneself. Meditation could sharpen one's will and allow one to better control one's own strength. Otherwise, having powerful strength but not having a strong will would instead cause one to fall into the demonic path!”The poison island bandit had a complicated expression.
Dong Zhuo's heart skipped a beat as he inexplicably recalled the plot of the anime. It seemed that the Poison Island Demon was a person who could not control his own power. She remembered that when she was at the shrine, she had told Takashi Komuro about her experience.
She had a strong tendency to be violent. This uncontrollable impulse seemed to have become the devil in the heart of the Poison Island's demon. That was why she did not want to be like her. He hoped that he could control his own strength. This was her true intention!
After understanding the Poison Island Cultivator's painstaking efforts, Dong Zhuo's heart softened. He held the wooden saber upside down and knelt down beside the Poison Island Cultivator. " Alright," he said as he placed the wooden saber on the floor." Senior Poison Island, please teach me the method of meditation!"”
The Poison Island Cultivator's emerald-like eyes flashed with a hint of surprise. He nodded and said,""Don't worry, Dong Zhuojun."
"To the extreme of emptiness, to keep quiet and to work together with all things, I will observe and recover. All things return to their roots. Returning to the root is called quiet, which is called returning to life. If you know what's normal, you're wise. If you don't know what's normal, you'll do evil. Know the way of the monarch, the way of the monarch is the monarch, the monarch is the king, the king is the sky, the sky is the way, the way is long. I'm not in danger."
A paragraph of the 16th chapter of the Tao Te Ching came out of Poison Island's mouth word by word. It was a standard Chinese pronunciation, and the pronunciation was clear. It didn't have the same stiff feeling that the people of the 11th District usually had when they spoke Chinese. Her tone was tactful and pleasant to the ears.
"I'm sorry, Senior Sister Poison Island." Dong Zhuo smiled bitterly. I don't understand what you're saying. Can you be more specific?"
Poison Island's Huanzi burst into laughter and explained in a different way.
"The scripture just now came from the sixteenth chapter of Laozi's Tao Te Ching. It could almost be said to be a summary of meditation.”Pausing for a moment, the Poison Island Cultivator continued,""To put it bluntly, it means that your breathing has slowed down to the point where it is almost non-existent. Your entire body is relaxed as if you are immersed in water. You close your eyes and throw away all the selfish thoughts in your mind to completely calm yourself down.
Once a person wanted to calm down, there would be countless distracting thoughts. Meditation was the process of subduing these distracting thoughts. In this state, one would feel empty and chaotic. It was as if he was floating in space. In a trance, he felt as if he had forgotten everything. He even forgot who he was. His will began to sublimate. He was freed from the boundless sea of bitterness and achieved a state of great relief and joy.”
Dong Zhuo had already started to follow the instructions of the Poison Island Witch, but the more he listened to her, the more uncertain it became. He opened his eyes again and asked suspiciously,""Senior Poison Island, it's not that I don't believe you, but is meditation really that dangerous?”
Was there really such a mysterious thing in this world? Dong Zhuo even suspected that the Poison Island Cultivator was trying to fool him.
"This is your first time meditating. Just try to calm yourself down and feel your consciousness. As for the realm of Chaos and Emptiness, even many Virtuous Monks might not be able to achieve it, let alone the ultimate joy and relief.”Poison Island's bandit sighed.
"Alright, I'll try again!" Dong Zhuo didn't want to reject the Poison Island Cultivator's good intentions. He closed his eyes again to let his thoughts become pure. Fortunately, he had once read a cultivation novel that specialized in cultivating the Yang God. There were many ways to calm down.
Relying on these unknown methods, Dong Zhuo soon fell into the chaotic state that the Poison Island Demon had just mentioned. He felt as light as a feather, as if he had lost his body.
Suddenly, he seemed to see a dazzling light. When he came close to the light, Dong Zhuo was stunned.
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