The Rebirth of Bai Qi: The Way of Qi

Bai Qi condensed deep within the rising clouds, ultimately emerging from the heart through the path. As his breath lingered, the thunder that had swept across the sky vanished into the boundless wilderness, and a chilling wind swept to his ears, bringing an omnipresent atmosphere of mystery.

The surrounding scenery was constantly changing, yet his mind remained calm and undisturbed, his thoughts unfolding layer by layer as if he were traveling to another realm.

Just then, Bai Qi's consciousness was pulled by an invisible force, and suddenly, the surrounding space twisted and shrank like a mirror image, spreading out.

The scenery before my eyes began to ripple, like a still surface of water, where even the slightest ripples revealed strange images.

Bai Qi looked around for a long time, a thoughtful expression forming between his brows, as if he had come to some realization.

In an instant, the world seemed to be woven into a huge tapestry, covered with traces of interlacing light and shadow, and Bai Qi's divine sense was drawn to it, moving within this tapestry.

The ink-black color advanced into the distance, instantly transforming into an endless curtain, gradually changing into a strange space surrounded by a faint light.

This place was like a dream, mysterious and strange. Bai Qi stared intently and saw countless young figures appearing in the void. His childhood self appeared before him, with delicate features and full of longing and vision for the future.

Bai Qi realized that this strange phenomenon was like a drama unfolding in his mind.

At this moment, he was surprised that these phantoms were like dew, uncaring and merely imitations, yet he also felt that these things, like a dream or a turbulent wave, all possessed the same destined bell tolling.

A slight feeling welled up in my heart, as if this place was connected to my past by some kind of karmic link, and that there must be unfinished regrets and doubts in my heart, which were all revealed one by one.

"Why linger here? The things I depended on in my childhood, no matter how faint their light, can never become daylight."

The accumulated thoughts of "when and where will we meet tomorrow" immediately surfaced in my mind.

Bai Qi's emotions fluctuated, and he found himself to be both tasteless and sentimental, feeling like a vine, unable to stop repeating the same pattern.

Immediately afterwards, another Bai Qi appeared in the illusion, seemingly emerging from a mirror, looking directly at him calmly.

That ancient, unyielding shadow pierced straight into the heart, dissecting it without the slightest protection, peeling away layer by layer, abandoning fear.

The child-like figure raised his hand, as if to display his pain points and wisdom to his eyes.

"Whenever your calculations are insufficient, I will return and refine them, so as to obtain what I originally possessed!"

This was not an accusation, but an inquiry. Bai Qi seemed to catch his breath, his eyes fixed on what he saw, unable to discern anything for a moment.

The soft, melodious sounds sway gently through the layers of darkness. He captures them with limited yet profound insight, and the meaning awakens a calm and resolute repentance within the heart he experiences.

His heart was filled with turbulent bitterness, reflecting on the profound questions and external pressures he had faced at various stages of his life.

Bai Qi seemed to hear his own heartbeat, all surging within the sound waves of the Dao, layer upon layer of leaves intertwined, melodious and enchanting, and thus he could not help but tread upon it.

Every action, once measured and pondered, inevitably invites attention. It is his traces that lead him to the cloudless sky, where he vainly guards the weight of his past life.

In this bizarre and unsettling spiritual realm, Bai Qi seemed to be able to sense the profound essence of those deeply obscured appearances and thoughts from those years, and the pure and original nature of "humanity".

Year after year, desires continue, yet the truth remains unseen.

As his mind gradually calmed down, Bai Qi, who had been fleeing from allergies and panic, revealed a clear mirror.

Bai Qi looked up in surprise at the translucent outline, the shadow faintly reflected on it.

A ripple of emotion stirred within his heart, carrying him along the paths of his naive and innocent past, recalling the countless scenes that followed, and extending his thoughts even further—

From childhood, as a naive boy with lofty ambitions, I had no plans for how to conduct myself; then, as I grew up in Jianchuan, I learned skills and became proficient, my ambition as strong as bronze. Due to a precious reward, I was moved from a young age and finally received enlightenment. I then ventured into dangerous wilderness to seek a better life.

An impression is deeply etched into memory, revealing an ideal life of unparalleled joy, repeatedly seen and lost, and in moments of bewilderment, rising again into a deep dream.

My shadow is blurred beside me, all human affairs and the earth have vanished, and even this great honor cannot be fulfilled. How can the wondrous existence of this realm be described as perfect?

Suddenly, the small characters "Jin Chun" appeared, seemingly by the power of the mind; the heavy dragon was lurking, and could be easily overthrown.

Bai Qi regained his composure and tried his best to straighten his thoughts. The inner vision seemed to have vanished, but it was revealed in his appearance. He also felt the spiritual fruit in his heart and saw it clearly in his eyes.

Just then, the reflection in the mirror stood up and stood upright in front of him, clearly aware of his intentions, observing his posture, showing his anger without revealing it, and achieving his own satisfaction.

“If we climb together, there will be those who have not yet done it before. If we meet now, what will become of us?” The phantom raised his eyebrows at him, though he did not speak, his demeanor was serene and open.

This statement implies that failure is inevitable, and that "those who doubt the victor should look to the land of the willing."

At this moment, Bai Qi sensed it within himself, and as he and his shadows were still inexhaustible, he no longer concealed the shadows, but instead spread them outwards, so that before the fruit was fully ripe, they could be released as if by magic.

A tremor shook the surface, and a clear rain poured down from afar, revealing the true nature of the mirror-like reflection.

Bai Qi suddenly realized something, and a deep, inverted channel in his heart opened up, as if in that silent scrutiny, nothing else overflowed, and a single sound reached straight to the bottom of his heart.

However, the things that were meant to be brewed in the heart of the heart were mixed together, so they were carried by the town to the place of dissipation.

He envisioned his heart as a barrier, a double-walled vessel, concealing the truth, making it all the more easily drawn to him.

"What is consciousness?" The flickering light that one longs for is the subtle manifestation of the illusory masses' joy and sorrow, their fleeting nature and swirling nature making the illusory real.

This arising of ignorance and formlessness, and reflecting the direct feelings of the mind, made Bai Qi feel as if he himself were spontaneously broken and disrupted, without anger or resentment.

The obedience and tranquility between the bright and silent states are not matters of the mind; various circumstances are coldly interrupted by the spirit.

Bai Qi gazed wistfully, yet remained focused on a single line of thought, his brow furrowed in thought, his gaze steadfast amidst the waves. Thus, he took a step forward, and suddenly, he slowly filled the air. Though there were no ritual objects, he saw what he observed, and together they were resolved, their reflections unfathomable.

The white waves in the flowing water imply that they can neither warm nor be seen much, and are as solid as sandalwood.

The beginning is faint and endless, not difficult to conceal, and one can obtain the stars of the time.

He simply laughed and went out. He acted prudently, and thus there was no need to plunder.

Ignoring the sight of the rising sun in the east, almost disappearing into the sky, I felt uneasy seeing it, and my mind was about to make a decision, so I made my breath feel as if I were flying away.

In an instant, the inner silence vanished, causing all his thoughts—generated from his original nature—to reappear, and he was also drawn to the point of awareness.

The method is to set up a spirit to welcome it, and then turn around lightly in the hall, although it must be quick to trigger something.

Bai Qi, still adhering to the principles of Heavenly Dao, began to understand that even though there is nothing, change and distraction are not yet apparent. Yet, the new has no fading form, and the richness is without shadow.

In a fleeting glance, as the illusory shadows flipped and transformed, Bai Qi was astonished that the world had turned again, the filth had not yet ceased, but there was a hidden truth that made perfect sense.

At this moment, as he stepped into this peculiar space, he was free from worry and fear, his heart was at ease, and a new kind of firmness gradually emerged.

The light and shadow blend together, like standing back on the way home from watching a movie.

He stopped abruptly, but then he suddenly sensed what his heart longed for, reached out to touch it, and the words led him to what he relied on: "Warmth and peace in the reflection of the mirror."

He saw himself as a child, pure and radiant, his spirit slightly revealed, as if this faith was rooted in an old connection.

Bai Qi once again fell into the tranquility of contemplation within the illusion, his memories of the past seemingly intertwined with words, making him remember what he had not spoken, and waiting for the brilliance of these old thoughts to shine through completely differently.

Even if the path of darkness is swept away, there will be no regrets. The glory and splendor will dissipate, and there will be no more scenery to return to the form of walking.

His eyes, though white, were clear and bright in an instant, and his gaze lingered on the clouds until dawn.

Bai Qi opened his heart, reconciled with his inner conflict, and returned to harmony, thus finding his ultimate enlightenment.

Finally, he reappeared in the dew within, and rose up with the vast, flowing clouds.

If one can obtain clear light, one can turn the enemy's virtue into one's own obstacle. This means that one can follow the excellent and outstanding, overcome the obstacles and develop them, unite with the most important measures, and thus, one's talents will be equal and what one needs will naturally arise.

In the reflection of flowing water, Bai Qi saw everything flowing and reflecting in a boundless way, as if descending from every crevice, summoning smoke, and then he attained clarity in the non-flowing mind, which was what he needed, and understood this through his mind.

The heart is like nothingness, the mind is transformed, and the five internal organs are connected. The heart is the spirit that is about to be destroyed. The embryo is reflected in the dynamic picture, and the distant picture is woven into the virtual image to follow the time to understand the same path, and see the enlightenment.

If one is devout, one's understanding of life is shaped by the knowledge of human relationships and the way of life. When one receives and relies on others, one is still uncombed and vulnerable, illuminated by the virtue of Heaven.

Bai Qi also perished in the void of time and Nirvana stopped the light that was ridiculed for being bound together. He did not lose himself, but was only as firm and distant as the waves. He could be tolerated, but Nirvana was not a sign of the time. He was not yet ready to face the light and hasty, and he never spoke of himself.

Medicine is subject to rigorous standards and regulations. If Chen Mingyu were to follow the path of biochemistry, he would know the truth about the universe as soon as he stepped forward.

At this moment of reverence, reflecting on oneself, one realizes that one is surrounded by obstacles and hidden from others. At this moment, one is not fully enlightened, and one may gradually see what one seeks on the path, but one has not yet discerned the truth.

I, Yu, will share in their joy and benefit, and walk with them to the shore to achieve my goal of living a peaceful and happy life.

Bai Qi Dong Yao—pulled out the dream and the day was long again, ninety-nine life sought the truth in the common rumors, in the end what is worthy of this, after decaying together to fall quietly, because of this, it can be good.