Chapter 135: Enlightenment
Chapter 135: Enlightenment (Small chapter plus more)
Ever since the secret conversation between the three people at Wufu Mountain that day, Cheng Xinzhan really didn't care about this matter anymore.
In fact, he couldn't control it.
He was just very emotional. In the west, there was the domineering Emei, in the east, there was the sinister plot of Longhu, and in the north, there was the sudden rise of the Blood Demon. What was going on in this world?
Is the world going to be in chaos?
If we think about these three things carefully, Longhu is making plans, and the Blood Demon is lying in wait. In the near future, Emei is still a greater threat. However, compared with a few years ago, it seems to have no impact.
But no matter which one it was, it was not something that a small follower like him could control. At the moment, improving the realm was the first priority. No matter what, only after the golden elixir was formed, could one speak to others and do things to others.
The secret investigation that the headmaster mentioned was indeed a secret investigation. He did not find any big commotion in the mountain, but he was at a high level and did not know about it. Fang Weimin, who was familiar with him, went into seclusion shortly after returning to the mountain.
The head monk ordered him not to leave the mountain. In fact, he thought so too. He went to Longhu Mountain just after breaking through the first realm, and there were still many things he had not had time to comprehend in detail.
After the secret conversation, he made a special trip to Danxia Mountain to pay a visit to the mountain master Ren, saying that he wanted to give himself some time to relax, consolidate his state of mind, and comprehend the five elements.
Ren Wushi readily agreed, saying that alchemy is a matter that cannot be rushed, and Cheng Xinzhan's personality is very good.
He went to Cardinal Mountain, Toujian Mountain and White Tiger Mountain successively, and he gave the same excuse for each one, that is, he had learned too much in the past few years and he should calm down and sort it out.
All the mountains responded.
To be honest, he has never really meditated since the beginning of his practice. Even with his bamboo body, he was busy traveling between the mountains to study the Dharma, while another was busy consuming air in the cave.
He felt that the two years of traveling in the north were very rushed. He was depressed at that time and his eyes were mainly focused on the mountains and rivers. He still couldn't calm down.
When he decided to seal the cave and go into seclusion, he suddenly had the urge to talk to Feng Jihu.
The man who led him into the Immortal Gate has always had a special place in his heart. He has now caught up with him in terms of realm, but in other aspects, Cheng Xinzhan always feels that he is his elder brother and has a lot to teach him.
Not long after returning from West Kunlun, Feng Jihu also entered the second realm. However, he was not good at alchemy, swordsmanship, or thunder magic, so naturally he never went to Mount Longhu to participate in the Dharma Assembly.
His hobbies are growing flowers and preparing medicinal herbs.
He came to Dujuan Valley and Feng Jihu's courtyard by the lake.
It is late spring now, the grass is green and the flowers are in full bloom.
He knocked on the door.
Feng Jihu opened the door and was very happy to see Cheng Xinzhan. He invited Cheng Xinzhan to come in and sit down.
In the yard, flowers are competing for beauty and beauty, attracting bees and butterflies, and spring swallows are carrying mud to build nests. Feng Jihu has his sleeves rolled up and is holding a willow branch in his hand, apparently planting willow branches.
Feng Jihu put down the willow branches, and the two of them sat down on the stone table in the yard. He made tea for Cheng Xinzhan.
The so-called living in a place nourishes the qi, while moving in a place nourishes the body.
Feng Jihu has a calm and composed air about him, which is something Cheng Xinzhan lacks.
Cheng Xinzhan looked at the beautiful courtyard and was filled with envy.
He took a sip of tea and said that he was going to go into seclusion to meditate and sort out his findings.
Feng Jihu heard this, sighed, and put down his teacup. "Brother, why are you sighing? Do you have something to teach me?"
Cheng Xinzhan asked repeatedly.
Feng Jihu looked at Cheng Xinzhan with some heartache, and said,
"You've been so busy that you haven't even had a chance to breathe."
Cheng Xinzhan was stunned when he heard this.
"Xinzhan, I know that the burden on you is much heavier than ours. All the mountain masters, deputy masters, and masters know you and they are also doing their best to train you. 'Studying at multiple peaks is considered a true successor'. This is the treatment for candidates for masters."
Feng Jihu paused and continued,
“But I think that people cannot make spiritual practice the whole of life. Although Xinzhan, you are indeed very good at spiritual practice, you are now walking around for the purpose of spiritual practice, and you are meditating for the purpose of spiritual practice. This is not good.
"Remember when you first entered the mountain, I told you not to waste your time. But that doesn't mean that everything other than cultivation is a waste of time! You forgot that when I said this to you, we were still drinking!
"It should be said that when you become an immortal or your life is about to end, looking back on the past, as long as that thing does not make you feel that you have wasted your time or it is ridiculous, then that thing is meaningful. I think such things should not only be cultivation."
Feng Jihu said sincerely.
Cheng Xinzhan widened his eyes, staring blankly at the brother in front of him who had his sleeves rolled up and covered in mud.
This was the first time someone advised me not to concentrate too much on my practice.
He chewed over Feng Jihu's words and thought about it carefully. It was true. He seemed to have been practicing since he entered the mountains. He had basically done nothing else. The only things he did at will were drinking with his fellow disciples a few times and resting in the Miao village twice, but these were few and far between.
He remembered that when he first entered the mountains, he often played the piano to express his feelings because he missed his parents, and because of this he became attached to the Green Chi. But later on, he played the piano less and less.
this is not right.
If I continue like this, won’t I just be a puppet of cultivation?
Do you still remember what your parents look like?
He suddenly woke up.
It turned out that he had also stamped his own ghost.
He suddenly stood up and bowed to Feng Jihu. At this moment, he gave up the idea of retreating and meditating.
This scared Feng Jihu, and he quickly helped Cheng Xinzhan up.
Cheng Xinzhan sat down again, his expression immediately relaxed, and he sipped his tea leisurely.
He suddenly realized that when he decided to put his practice aside, he found that he had put many things on hold.
Green Chi was injured and couldn't speak. I had thought about practicing hard and avenging her when I became powerful. But why didn't I think of curing her throat first?
How long has it been since I taught Green Chi a new song?
Third sister, after eating sea fish for a few years, my eyes seem to be better, but they are not completely healed. Why don’t you think of finding other ways to treat them?
Did he not care about the cultivation of his third sister and his brother? I'm afraid both children would be tired of reading just the Breathing Chart!
When I opened up Wuyou Cave, I had imagined that I would plant flowers, plants, fruits and trees around the cave and decorate it into a garden full of spring scenery like Brother Jihu. Have you done it?
When I decided to leave the town to seek immortality, I carved doorplates to give to the neighbors. Why didn’t I carve some peace plaques to give to my teachers and friends after entering the mountains?
I guess I've become rusty with this skill!
He thought leisurely and sipped his tea slowly.
At this moment, the fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy in Zhangxiang Town seemed to have returned again.
"Brother Dao, I want to learn medicine from you, could you teach me?"
(End of this chapter)