The Rebirth of Bai Qi: The Way of Qi

Bai Qi saw Han Fu and Han Xin standing before him, their expressions solemn. He knew that no words could dispel their doubts at this moment. He pondered to himself that amidst the changing tides of power struggles, he must make a resolute choice in order to clear the clouds and fulfill his past wishes.

Yet, thoughts surged within him, ultimately burying the future beneath the tree. His thoughts lingered; he faced the two, silent and solemn, yet the ripples within his heart did not cease.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of wind rustling through the bamboo tips, a faint yet urgent sound, as if accompanied by a hidden rumble of thunder.

Bai Qi felt a jolt in his heart, sensing an invisible force stirring around him, a sign that he was about to embark on a journey.

Intuition tells me not to hesitate. Relax again, close my eyes slightly, and look inward into my dantian. Although chaotic qi still arises, I can clearly see a sliver of clarity, so my mind is at peace and without panic.

Suddenly, a mist arose before my eyes, and I saw thick clouds swirling around. Although the clouds were moving up and down in shades of emerald and purple, they still shone with the light of the true essence, illuminating my eyes. I felt as if I myself was entering in this order, and I felt that my heart was becoming frivolous, but in reality, I was without any sense of direction. As Bai Qi’s inner world changed, he moved without a trace, subtly awakening his subconscious mind, wanting to see many profound mysteries.

In a flash, it was as if something pierced through the darkness of the long night. Bai Qi's spirit and form moved slightly, and he was as if riding the wind. His body rose and fell lightly and comfortably. He praised his own thoughts and no longer made any calculations. He then leisurely walked in the virtual world.

In this enchanting realm, Bai Qi followed the river, seeing the distant sounds of waves crashing in the vast wilderness. His thoughts were boundless, and he felt that the wind blowing and the shadows moving were all connected, as if a series of vermilion brushes were sketching the whole world, all of which were the same scene in his heart.

Bai Qi's journey here was without reason, and he traveled far and wide to seek knowledge. Unconsciously, he came to the riverbank and felt a secret connection. He was deeply moved by this feeling, and in a moment of quiet reflection, he looked back and had a keen insight into the width and narrowness of the road.

Just as I was reminiscing, a sudden chill ran through me. I turned around and looked into the distance, only to find the road gradually narrowing, and then a misty cloud appeared, obscuring the view. I was soon caught in a hazy tangle.

The surrounding area is sloping and overgrown with vegetation, and the flowing water on the embankment meanders and turns, revealing a depth that the eye cannot fathom.

As one observes it more closely, the hidden flames shimmer and intertwine, the fire growing ever more intense, and one's thoughts flowing freely.

If all things in this universe are like brocade, lingering in the illusions and deeply understanding, they are the same yet contain differences.

He then followed the clues, half-thinking and half-believing, leaping upwards, crossing the boundary, passing through the overgrown weeds and brambles, walking leisurely as if light and distant.

Upon arriving, one finds a melody that leads to distant mountains where white clouds meet joyfully. Two white geese with clear feathers rise from the mountains, seemingly dancing on the water, vying with the shimmering light of the sky. The scene is delightful, serene, and orderly, as beautiful as a flower in full bloom.

Bai Qi treads the fields, his heart filled with longing. The fruits of my labor have now come to an end here. Master Miao has also created this scene, wishing to fulfill his promise.

While Bai Qi's "Snowflakes Soaring in the Air" was indeed skillful, it was not so.

As I walked, I felt myself wandering around. Suddenly, from the east side of the stream, I saw a sloping path leading to a secluded and tranquil forest of bamboo groves. My heart was filled with joy, and my footsteps seemed to follow me naturally and clearly. I followed the path and gradually entered the dense thicket of green pines.

As we approached the deep passageway, we were suddenly struck by the sight of a wild valley and stream, its reflection lingering in the shadows of bygone years, the murmuring sound soft and low, the moonlight warm and cool.

Looking around, one sees steep rocks and cascading waterfalls, ancient and open, with thin mist rising and changing, and then one walks away lightly.

Looking back at the path leading to the ferry, it seemed to vanish into the endless expanse of nature in an instant. And having just reached a point where one could look back after a smooth journey, upon returning to one's lodging, one felt as if one had failed in one's journey.

Suddenly, the faint sound of a celestial gong could be heard, accompanied by a melodious and resounding echo.

Bai Qi felt as if he were connected with his own heart, gazing upon the vastness of the heavenly music, like a phoenix spreading its wings, embarking on a distant expedition.

It is like a secluded paradise, where one can follow one's heart freely, without any worries about its boundless expanse, and listen to its sounds while traveling leisurely.

My heart's melody suddenly floats like a clear, still lake, and I think of my heart and soul first. My wounds are gone and I am driven by my thoughts. I am not confused by the possibility that things may not be as they seem. I form an equation, but before I can even put it into practice, I hold onto both directions.

The main line is always visible, but the subtle and profound are hard to reach. Bai Qi once again rode here, personally observing what he saw and what he was far away. He knew that the old causes and opportunities had already been planned. This is precisely why he observed the path of danger and obstacles.

In the blink of an eye, the wind and rain are just right, so don't worry. The wheel of fate is in harmony, and in the midst of the situation, one becomes aware and insightful, moving freely, leaving no trace as one enters the path. This is the wonder of what is meant by speaking directly, yet I hope that light will shine through the door.

He therefore had no hesitation, focusing on the principles of the celestial realm, integrating with the most elegant scenery, observing the most beautiful scenes of the past, and sometimes hearing the first sounds of dawn.

He paused to listen intently, and then noticed the occasional shadow of a solitary crane singing, which seemed to draw him close.

Zhou Ran, based on that place like a flying bird's nest, in the essential place it seems deep and lonely.

Those who yearn to ride the holy path are here, for the opportunity and divine message are perfectly aligned. They believe in the void and aspire to follow the path like leaves.

Bai Qi saw a mysterious phenomenon at the edge of his eyes. If it was so, he would know that it had transformed into a scene and flown away. He would then know what was right.

Perhaps this story is repeated in the present, belonging to the present thought, and is appropriate and different.

Observing its origin, it seems that one can see the mind and form the image without thinking. In the moment of Bai Qi's thoughtlessness, it is as if one can see all the scenes clearly reflected in a mirror.

Those who unexpectedly come to mind are not merely outwardly satisfied. The future holds obstacles, but they are like silent remnants of a lost life, their fate uncertain, yet they are surprised to find themselves encountering wondrous and secluded scenery.

Then, together with his four companions, he came again to receive and protect them, and once again his heart and strength remained with him.

Its course is most secluded and melodious, yet the music reveals that I was born with a hidden wonder; this manifest act, which shocked the path I came from, has now merged into a seamless journey beyond this mortal world.

Having realized that the scenery he had seen was not based on any real object, Bai Qi was satisfied and deeply moved. He then said to himself: "If there is anything worth saying, I will not leave it in writing. If this thought can be matched with this, then I will quickly move people like a flowing stream." He heard a loud sound, but Bai Qi felt as if he had been burdened and could not control himself. He then looked forward and saw the white crane's tracks.

The valley is filled with the flowing light of the river, and once again, the light travels a thousand miles. He arrived at the previous order and had a plan for harmony in this place, as if recalling the past when he first heard of it.

The matter began as intended, its shadow appearing above rather than manifesting in every instance. He knew that what he saw was both illusion and reality, and his mind sought to reconcile this intention with something else, rather than finding anything strange in what he saw.

Upon arriving at the site, one sees the eaves of an ancient temple, still standing as if abandoned in the past, with faint traces of ancient air lingering in the air. However, it is not a place that has been abandoned for long, and one can feel a sense of sorrow.

This is the former residence of Bai Qi, who was living there in seclusion.

In all things, the key is to seek the truth; once the path to understanding is clear, the truth will be revealed.

The gloomy color formed a shadow, and in the old calendar there was originally a green pillow beside it, with spiraling snails, Gu Ming observed its first tune.

The temple is filled with stone tablets, and the elegant land remains. It was once a place of great upheaval. It was a place where the spirit of heaven and earth was gathered ...

The characters on the pillar are neat and sparse, and the characters on the flat side are also described in the same way; however, those who see them agree with each other, but Bai Qi reads them over and over and knows that they seem to be turning their minds away and hiding their true intentions.

Ancient inscriptions, gradually becoming clear and bright, all reveal their characters and thus establish ritualistic symbols.

The characters, though past, have a connection to the present; the shadows cast upon them, the east wind blows freely, and all things are described; the patterns intertwine and reflect the same below.

The five elements and their associated rhythms, all things, old and long, are constantly restored without worry. The entire scroll is imbued with the spirit of what is appropriate, as if displayed in the realm of calligraphy, its echoing voice perfectly capturing the essence.

On this dark and gloomy night, the ancient stele reveals itself as if displayed through art, its characters exposed, seemingly crafted by the heart of moss, reversing the usual practice of seeking the ruler, the Yuan dynasty's Ming dynasty was destroyed by the calamity.

The imagery revealed on the stele, though not explicitly shown, is imbued with the stories of the past. One should contemplate it with utmost respect and contemplation, and thus, one will receive the blessings of eternity.

This stele seems to have become an illusion, difficult to trace back to its original form. Bai Qi, upon seeing the transmitted image of the bow, further grasped the essence of the Yi, and suddenly found the reason for his writing.

Fu Lianyu thought, but in order to preserve its treasures, he intended to present an ancient style, and it was just right to use the flow of tendons to cure the fall in the Dao.

The misty grass and the deep shadows hang in the air, revealing the true feelings of those beyond.

Those who are named distinguish themselves; their words are gentle and profound; they do not fail to seek out their names, but gradually follow their former ways.

The Heavenly Secrets Hall of this gate, with its inscriptions and verses, is a testament to the absence of worry and the solitary continuation of life, preserved within.

This means that whatever is recorded is forgotten, and the feelings of the past are forgotten. If this is maintained in this way, then the shadows and light will become spots, and Yu will complete the record and biography.

Even as calamity approaches, symmetrical views converge, and hearts unite in harmony. Each extended finger reveals the truth hidden within this unseen realm; what remains between them, a shared understanding, is the essence of a dream.

If this fate brings us together with sincere affection, and this bond lasts a long time, why should we break the mirror of our divine spirit, for it will appear in the long run, and our bodies will lightly recall where we once were?

Mindfulness lingers on the stele of Yao, and white cranes come without fear. Yet, the conversation seems to consist mostly of Zen masters' teachings, and the unusual feelings do not contradict reality.

Upon seeing him, a person brought him to speak, but there was no trace of him. Yet, he remained as usual, without thunder or lightning, as if he had intuitive understanding. He interpreted this as the presence of a deity.

The voice came, and a radiant light appeared upon hearing it. He spoke to Bai Qi, and they both agreed that they were of the highest caliber, and then dispersed to follow.

He came, and the allegory was passed down again. He spoke of the secrets of heaven, as if passing through a celestial realm, without a white horse flying by, yet it was said to be an instant.

This is the text of the distant and secret longing, but this person also said that he had read it all and then went to see it.

At the same time, the village chief fabricated a connection with Chen, conveyed his intentions and took possession of what he had thought of.

The secrets of heaven are transmitted from the heart, which are said to be equal to the heart. Therefore, when the words came out, Bai Qi hoped to suddenly understand and was delighted.

Then, after careful consideration and following the clear path, without any ambition to follow the same path, one can only reach the desired outcome by penetrating to the very end.

Now, I recount why the Master of the Way, Su Xinhun, calmed his mind and listened without fear, finding peace in his heart. His heart rhythm extended, and he saw his heart return to eternal peace. He took the original Way as his own, and the path of heavenly secrets became clear, revealing the impending enlightenment.

Standing here, one can see clearly the truth of the ancient and unparalleled, though it is difficult to discern. However, the ancient events, because of their existence, touched upon the sounds of misfortune.

Fang pointed out that the original image was similar to the firelight seen by Bai Qi and his predecessors, and that the firelight was visible in the daytime sky without any sound. Bai Qi's idea was that after the fire, nothing was moving.

Upon hearing this, and seeing it briefly, Bai Qi felt increasingly unable to resist, and secretly wrote it down in a book.

My thoughts wander to the sea of ​​things, exploring their boundaries and understanding, examining each opportunity and the text to come. As various matters approach, my heart grows increasingly alarmed, and the past events reach my heart, prompting me to seek a thorough investigation.

Waiting to enter, one can see the surrounding area, and reach the origin of Kunlun. One is delighted to observe that this ruin is of equal length.

Bai Qi followed the guide upwards, recognizing the passage of time and entering the inscription at the boundary, thus revealing the secrets of heaven, and thus signaled the way.

All who know how to dwell in enlightenment and transcend suffering, yet even Bai Qi could not escape the urge to revert to his former self. He stood firm, transcending all others, and thus transcended all.

During the time of the ancient Tao sect, I saw the murals and studied them in vain. It was like a priceless dwelling without any separation, and I did not admire its charm. I looked up at the fragrant jade.

Its appearance is evident and comforting to those who understand and appreciate it.

Seeking a way out from the ordinary, I am without shame, only following what I have been entrusted with, and adhering to my proper place.

The emptiness is clearly visible, and this is the basis for its existence.

Within the Heavenly Mystery Gate, hidden in the realm of spiritual manifestation, Bai Qi sat silently, his thoughts and actions utterly focused.

Wherever one ascends, one's knowledge and understanding become so profound that one cannot escape the present state; one's aspirations become boundless and cannot be expressed.

It is as simple as a tree on the other side, and the warmth of its flame burns like this. There are many ancient calligraphy and books, which are presented for reading. They are gathered together to form a whole. The form of the dwelling is displayed to make people laugh and be generous. Its wonderful transformation is in the score. Ordinary people do not know its existence, or they may be aware of it when they hear it. As for the use and manifestation of the heart.

Because of the pursuit of worldly truth, literature was buried in ashes. The Heavenly Secrets Sect, in accordance with the principles of all things, ultimately seeks the same path, but only obtains it during the calamity of time.

When things slow down, one should remain hidden and not lose anything. The matter is obscure, yet one knows there is no need to follow orders; he has found it difficult to let go of his own thoughts.

Therefore, only by returning to stillness and enlightenment, and by believing in this path, can one truly understand. Bai Qi, with his profound awareness and profound understanding, stood up in awe.

The traces of purity remain unchanged, like a light swan amidst frost. Intentionally, they differ from each other. Once formed, one can see within and thus gain a deeper understanding of the Way.

Bai Qi understood the essence of the Heavenly Secrets Sect and taught accordingly. His thoughts were clear and vigorous, and he grasped the essence and made decisions immediately. Therefore, those who understood him imitated his teachings and achieved profound accomplishments. He was a master of all things.

Bai Qi, with a powerful and profound voice, reached the beginning of his journey, observing the abundant Dao within the universe with his mind, and thus attained a profound understanding, which was instantly aligned with the sun.

Exploring the surface of the screen, I use this to transcend words. I respectfully observe and perceive when I am in a state of calm, knowing and acting together, illuminating the hidden and inscribing, obtaining appropriate summaries and creations, and at the same time drawing upon the past to form a text.

Bai Qi and Zai Shi were completed, following the intention to wander and return, its records and additions to return to what tune, later seeing the fate of life and promise.

Although this path leaves no trace, wisdom and insight allow us to observe and praise it; therefore, even those who seek personal gain can express their sorrow.

Respectfully inscribed by Feng Erzhi.

Bai Qi, with a heart full of wisdom, sometimes understood that those who rose through the ranks were not lazy. He had long yearned for this fame, and compared it to the secrets of heaven, he focused on his thoughts and had no ambition. He understood things and was strong, so he did not establish a heavenly way of escape, but used imagery to select the method.

Bai Qi also traveled here with Zhi Wujiu.

The mind arrives and understands; all observations are extended and manifested to be followed in accordance with the same principles. The mind delights in metaphors, thus concealing profound truths, and even with forceful pursuit, it is limited by what it has acquired, yet it remains leisurely and organic.

Bai Qi understood this and did not abandon his actions.