Chapter 868: Circle 6
Life is like an aimless journey. You don’t know when you will meet someone, when something will happen, or who you will meet or what scenery you will see.
Fang Yuan would also often go out to see the outside world.
In Zhang Ruifeng's eyes, Fang Yuan did not have too many worldly desires.
Sometimes he does things in a crowd just to fit in.
It's like he's been through it all.
The heart is as calm as still water.
Some people have clear goals from the beginning and set goals and directions for their lives. They will then rush forward courageously, ignoring everything around them, climbing over mountains and crossing rivers, and remain determined.
There are very few people like this, and some of them are awakened by the pain.
But there are even more people who will not wake up no matter how much pain they are in.
They are at a loss and in a daze. They don't know where they are going or what they are going to do. They follow other people's paths and follow other people's rules. They don't know what they are doing in their lives until they die.
Fang Yuan has no purpose, but is not confused either.
He likes a life without limits. One of the advantages of the world of cultivation is that one does not have to follow the rules.
When you live, you live, when you die, you die.
It’s all the same death, but some people are depressed, some are happy, some are resentful, and some are relieved.
When human power is unable to do anything and even your best efforts fail, you should say thank you to yourself, you are already great.
In his life, he also had close friends, teachers, and people with whom he had a destiny. Occasionally, when his mind moved, their appearances also blurred over time.
He went to the nearby City God Temples and burned three incense sticks, but only one City God responded. They relied on incense for support but were now at the end of their strength.
They chatted for a while and then went their separate ways, and the next time there was no City God.
There are no more pilgrims in the dilapidated temple. Once the last old man leaves, this place will truly be a dead place.
The impact of the destruction of the way of heaven is too great.
However, it's not a bad thing.
At least it's not as restrictive as before.
Fang Yuan looked up at the sky. Heaven is above all else. It is like a huge historical canvas, being ruthlessly harvested.
Therefore, when monks and mortals try to spy on the way of heaven, if they are lucky, they will gain great benefits.
If they could control one of the threads of destiny, they would be able to transcend the control of heaven, jump out of the scope of heaven, and achieve their desired goals.
As for true freedom and longevity, the laws of nature will collapse and cultivators will only live longer.
Calculating and calculating the secrets of destiny are just one possibility among countless destinies and are not fixed.
The only things that are fixed are birth and death.
The rest can be changed, but it is difficult to change.
Now, because of the destruction of the way of heaven and the baptism of fate, many people will die in this world.
Everyone's fate will become confused.
It is both a way of life and a way of death.
The road is ruthless, and Fang Yuan, who has been crushed, knows it very well.
So when Fang Yuan saw Zhang Ruifeng again, he was not surprised.
"You came."
Zhang Ruifeng: "I'm back."
Zhang Qilin: . . . . .
He felt as if he were a little redundant.
This damn feeling.
Is there something wrong?
Maybe there was something wrong with his eyes, and the man was hanging in the air.
Maybe gods really do exist.
Little Zhang Xiaoguan, who has been listening to a lot of gossip recently, has started to translate automatically in his brain.
Thinking about the records in the clan, well, it’s not a big problem.
A member of the Zhang family will only meet one person who makes their heart beat faster in their lifetime.
Fang Yuan greeted Zhang Ruifeng and then looked at Zhang Qilin.
This is a real Qilinzi.
I didn't expect that there are still mixed-bloods left in this world.
He died at the age of 70 in this world, which was considered a long life. Then he had the opportunity to come to the world of cultivation.
In times of war, 30 is considered a long life, as accidents can happen at any time and life is fleeting.
He started from the Republic of China, ended his cultivation, and returned to the Republic of China.
Perhaps the person in front of him is his opportunity.
"I have met Qilinzi."
Fang Yuan bowed. This was the only wild hybrid unicorn he was qualified to see.
The pure-blooded Qilin is so majestic.
Then Fang Yuan saw Zhang Qilin's confused look.
"Hello, Uncle Fang."
This was taught by my uncle. He is not dumb, he can speak, but he just doesn't like to talk nonsense.
Zhang Ruifeng sent the young clan leader away and told him to go and drink milk with GunGun.
Zhang Qilin: . . . . .
My uncle seems to have become a different person.
His hair stood on end until he saw a black and white ball running towards him in the distance.
Shoot a few more to the back.
Soon a black and white mountain appeared where he had been standing.
Even though it looks cute, it is very big.
Zhang Qilin looked at his uncle, but his uncle ignored him.
Uncle Fang smiled at him and told him not to worry.
However, he did not feel any malice from Gungun. Gungun looked at the little man who was much smaller than him, and directly took Zhang Qilin away in his arms.
For the first time in his life, Zhang Qilin rode in a luxurious soft sleeper and had a different perspective.
He was taken everywhere by Gungun, who would occasionally stuff him with a handful of wild flowers and weeds, and finally gave him a green apple to eat.
Zhang Qilin: . . .
A little sour.
After the little Qilin finished eating, GunGun took him to the kitchen, pointed at the basin and the milk, and asked for a drink.
Zhang Qilin understood that Gungun had just fulfilled the duties of a host and now it was his turn to return the favor.
He can do this.
Light a fire and boil the milk until it is slightly warm.
The two of them were sitting right at the kitchen door, each with a large basin and a small bowl. That’s right, a large bowl was a small bowl for Gungun.
When Zhang Ruifeng met Fang Yuan, who spoke even less than him, he could only talk about his own things and then look at Fang Yuan.
If Fang Yuan was curious, he would continue talking; if Fang Yuan was not curious, he would skip ahead.
This was actually the first time he spoke so much.
Didn’t you see that Zhang Qilin was looking at his uncle?
My uncle talks a lot.
Fangyuan: . . . .
At this moment, he smiled. He stood here and looked back at this life. Looking at the people in front of him, he had a new understanding and a new natural world.
If one practices to become an immortal and finally becomes pure and free from desires, then he has practiced in the wrong way.
An immortal should be free and at ease, doing whatever he wants and getting whatever he wants. He should be able to come and go as he pleases and be free in everything. If this doesn't work, then kill him.
Otherwise, what’s the point of cultivating immortals?
When the mind is clear and peaceful, lotus flowers will bloom everywhere and the heart of Tao will be clear and bright.
Hiding from fate, avoiding cause and effect, all kinds of shackles trap the true self.
Following the will of heaven and accepting the cause and effect, today I know who I am.
An invisible wave emanated from Fang Yuan's body. Gungun immediately ran over and pushed Zhang Ruifeng away. It wanted to carefully feel the silent and mysterious rhythm. Although it didn't understand it, it knew that it was a good thing.
Zhang Ruifeng who was ejected: ...
He was trying to make Fang Yuan's thoughts clear and take him one step further. So what should he do?
He also wants to practice, but I don’t know if he can do it.
When Zhang Qilin was rolling in the action, he put down the milk bowl and ran over. The two of them felt the powerful breath of Fang Yuan and wanted to hum with comfort.
But it doesn’t matter, GunGun is already crying, it feels so comfortable, so comfortable.
It knew that Fang Yuan was his great treasure.