Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension-Chapter 322 - 247 Today I Realize I Am Me_3
Chapter 322: Chapter 247 Today I Realize I Am Me_3
Zhao Sheng shook his head and countered, “Your Dao is too narrow, merely the petty Dao of human hearts. The Dao of man, how is it compared to the Heavenly Dao! To observe the Heavenly Dao, to adhere to its actions, is all. Heaven has the Five Immortals and myriad spirits, those who see them prosper. The Immortal Spirit resides in the heart and extends its influence into the heavens. The universe is in the palm of the hand, and myriad transformations arise from the body.”
“The heart of heaven is like one’s own heart. The nature of heaven is also like that of men; the human heart, merely a device. Establishing the Heavenly Dao, the human Dao then succeeds.”
“What you’re saying is incorrect!”
Zhao Sheng, without a second thought, said, “The Heavenly Dao is supremely fair, regarding all beings as stray dogs!”
“The Dao exists so that heaven launches plans, shifting stars and altering constellations; earth launches plans, dragons and serpents emerge upon the land… Human nature may be clever or clumsy, but the Heavenly Dao harbors no sense of good or evil.”
Kong Lang, not one to have an unwarranted reputation, seeing that this path led nowhere, skillfully adaptive, said, “The Dao of heaven is vast and formless, elusive and intangible.
I shall liken it to the Dao of water.
In all the land, nothing approaches the Dao more than water. Water benefits all things without contention, existing amidst all evils…”
Zhao Sheng, after listening, his expression turned stern, and he retorted coldly, “The ancients likened the Dao to water, indeed a sublime peak. But the Dao of others is not one’s own Dao, just as the names of others are not one’s own name.
I also have an ancient adage for you: ‘The Dao that can be trodden is not the enduring Dao. The name that can be named is not the enduring name…’”
After hearing the first chapter of the Tao Te Ching by Laozi, Kong Lang’s face turned livid, and he did not dare retort a word.
He had not expected that Zhao Qingyang had actually read “Tao Te Ching,” authored by Laozi.
It was known that only two copies of the ‘Tao Te Ching’ were stored deep within the Lingyun Academy, rarely known to outsiders.
His intention was to show off, but instead of impressing, he faced humiliation.
Seeing Kong Lang humiliated, Jian Shisan suddenly spoke unexpectedly, “No matter how you expound the myriad paths, I can shatter it all with a single sword!”
As soon as these words fell, Shao Shaoyang of the Lingyun Academy stood up, laughed loudly, and said, “Haha, Brother Thirteen is truly spirited, I admire you. I also have an Enlightenment Poem that has been fermenting in my heart, now is the time to spit it out.”
Taking advantage of the opportunity his junior brother had given, Kong Lang flashed and quickly retreated back into the crowd.
Seeing his senior brother retreat, Shao Shaoyang could not help but smile, then he recited clearly,
“The west wind blows over the old Feng Lake’s waves, much enlightenment within the Ten Thousand Dao Tower, my heart asks about the Dao without excess words, clouds in the blue sky, water in the vase.”
As soon as he finished reciting, the crowd immediately erupted into cheers.
“Excellent, Taoist Shao’s poem is incredibly marvelous.”
“Indeed, today’s best enlightenment poem is this poem.”
“As it is said, poetry speaks of the Dao. Taoist Shao’s heart is clear, Golden Core is hopeful.”
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Seeing this scene, Shao Shaoyang decided to pursue his advantage.
Kong Lang being defeated twice by Zhao Qingyang and the news spreading back to the academy, would certainly damage his face greatly.
If he could defeat Zhao Qingyang, he would not only win a round back for the academy but it would also greatly benefit his ranking in the Upper House, perhaps even taking the dormitory head position from Kong Lang’s hands.
Thinking this, he bowed to Zhao Sheng with a smile tinged with cultured grace and asked, “Taoist Zhao, may I have the honor of receiving your instruction?”
Hearing these words, Zhao Sheng knew what the other was planning.
But… He had picked the wrong opponent!
“To give instruction is too much to claim! However, I too suddenly have a poem,” Zhao Sheng said modestly.
“Oh, I am eager to hear it in detail,” Shao Shaoyang’s eyes sparkled, seizing the opportunity to follow up.
“I have a Golden Crow, long imprisoned by the mortal world,” Zhao Sheng intoned in a deep voice, gently chanting.
Then he took a step forward, gazing up toward the vast sun in the sky, his voice suddenly amplified, his tone passionate, “Today the dust settles, light emerges, illuminating the rivers and the myriad flowers.”
After reciting this line, Zhao Sheng fell silent for a long time, as if momentarily at a loss for words.
Seeing this, Shao Shaoyang feigned confusion and asked, “Taoist Zhao, why don’t you continue? This poem seems to suggest more is left unsaid.”
“Eh, how did you know?”
Zhao Sheng exclaimed lightly, his expression one of surprise as he looked at Shao Shaoyang.
Shao Shaoyang smirked, just about to speak, but then saw the other suddenly showing a look of realization, joyfully reciting the whole poem:
“I have a Golden Crow, long imprisoned by the mortal world. Today the dust settles, light emerges, illuminating the rivers and the myriad flowers. Eh, on Guardian Peak seeing the heart of Dao, only today do I truly know myself!”
