The sound of the wind in between bamboo branches.
The decoration of the leaves that touched the ground.
Dew that falls silently.
Birds staring at the sky without the need to fly.
Everything - looks silent.
But Li Yuan knew,
Nature is never truly mute.
During this time, humans who did not hear it.
He walked slowly in the middle of a grassy field.
Every step touches the ground like a breath that respects life.
He was not in a hurry. There is no purpose, and because of that,
Every direction becomes a destination.
Zhenjing in him echoed gently.
Something slowly changes ...
Not from the will, but from a widespread understanding.
"If I sat next to the stone for a thousand years,
Will the stone be my teacher? "
The question arises not to be answered.
But to be heard by the world.
Cloudy sky. But there's no rain.
The wind carries the scent of wet soil,
And Li Yuan looked at the old tree that stands alone in the middle of the fields.
The tree is not moving,
But in silence ...
He has listened to the world longer than anyone.
Li Yuan stepped closer,
Touching a tree trunk full of wounds and moss.
He didn't speak,
But his mind was open like a new leaf blooming.
"What do you understand, O trees?"
"What do you see when humans build, destroy, then forget?"
And suddenly,
Nature answered.
Not in words.
Not in voice.
But in the vibrations that touch his breath.
His body was silent, but the inner world trembled.
The echo flows like the ripples of water touched by the wind:
Soft, barely felt ... but real.
The tree,
that land,
moving air
Everything is fused in an awareness that he never understood before.
Nature ... not just silent.
He spoke all the time.
But only a few are quite silent to hear it.
In Zhenjing, something new is formed:
Not a form, not strength - but vibration.
Pure resonance between himself and the world.
Without limit. Without orders. Without will.
"Nature does not require a ruler.
He is just looking for a listener. "
"And I ... may have been that listener."
Li Yuan opened his eyes slowly.
The sky is still cloudy.
The wind is still blowing softly.
But everything feels different.
He no longer walked alone.
Nature is not just a place where it stands.
But a traveling companion who has not made a sound.
Now, the voice was heard.
Not because nature finally spoke,
But because Li Yuan was quiet enough to hear it.
And this is where the new journey begins.
Between the boundaries of rice fields and bushes,
on a path that is rarely traversed,
Li Yuan walked silently.
The edge of this village, although he was never far from where he lived,
Always feels like a different world.
The children run while laughing,
a grandfather patch bamboo basket,
A mother washed clothes while singing old songs
Ordinary voices ... but everything contains strange depth.
"Here, everything does not pursue strength.
But everything continues to grow, "
thought Li Yuan.
He stopped at the edge of the fields,
Pay attention to a young farmer hijacking the ground slowly.
The farmer's hand was full of mud, but his face was clean of burden.
There is no aura. There is no technique.
Only perseverance ... and natural rhythm that never breaks.
Li Yuan looked down, grabbed a handful of land.
Warm. Gentle.
And when he exhaled to the ground,
He could feel a small pulse of life - not from the ground,
But from the way he can now feel it.
"This is the center of the world for them,
not because of strength,
But because life continues. "
A sparrow perched on his shoulder.
Not afraid. Not in a hurry.
Li Yuan just smiled.
In the past he thought the power came from understanding the sky,
But now he began to understand,
Sometimes the deepest understanding actually grows from the usual seeing.
A child calls him.
"Brother, want to play?"
Li Yuan turned his head, his face softly.
He did not answer with the word,
But his steps slowly approached the sound.
And when he walked with village children,
There was no explosion.
There is no strange light.
There is no pressing aura.
But Zhenjing in him recorded everything.
Laughter of children.
Footsteps on wet ground.
Leaves that fall in his hair.
All of that becomes a new vibration in nature.
"Sometimes, the road to understanding ...
not taken by asceticism,
But by becoming a part of life itself. "
That day, on the edge of the village,
Li Yuan did not become a cultivator.
He only became human.
And from there,
He learned something that could not be taught by anyone.