Great Sui Storyteller

Chapter 121. 120. A Bowl of Soup Cakes
When Li Zhen and Hongying knocked on the door and entered, they saw the paper in front of Sun Jingchan at a glance.

There are a lot of content densely recorded on it, and the last sentence in it is "Send a mayfly to the world, a drop in the vast ocean".

Sun Jingchan didn't hide.

No need to hide either.

If it was before, Li Zhen might feel that the other party was eavesdropping.

But through the chat with Hongying just now, he suddenly understood the thinking of these people a little bit.

This Pegasus City is their home.

I'm in my own home, I can do whatever I want, outsiders don't care...

Probably this is the idea.

This kind of cognition has soaked through the bones and blood of the people of the three sects through the thousands of years of experience in this city.

It cannot be changed.

That is the power from the blood.

So, even though he saw that sentence and knew that Master Sun might have heard the conversation between himself and Hongying verbatim, Li Zhen still didn't say anything, but just bowed his hands to Sun Jingchan whose eyes were still a little erratic.

But Sun Jingchan didn't speak.

He just stared straight at Li Zhen's face.

But his eyes were not focused, and his eyes seemed particularly scattered.

As if distracted.

"Poverty Shouchu, I met Mr. Jingchan."

"..."

Li Zhen bowed his hands to say hello, but Sun Jingchan didn't respond.

As if he didn't hear it, he continued to look at Li Zhen so directly.

"..."

Hongying on the side was stunned, and couldn't help reminding:
"Miss?"

"..."

But Sun Jingchan remained silent.

Continue to look at Li Zhen.

But his eyes became more and more empty.

Seeing this, Hongying could only increase the noise:

"Miss!"

"Ah."

Sun Jingchan's eyes gradually regained focus, and after a reply, she got up, and suddenly held the literati's salute to Li Zhen, clasped her hands together, put the fingers of the left hand together, and covered them in front of the fingers of the right hand, with this kind of respectful literati Li, said to Li Zhen:

"Sun Jingchan, I have met Taoist Priest Shouchu."

Seeing how solemnly she gave the gift, Li Zhen didn't hand in the hand, but embraced the seal of Ziwu, and returned the gift as a Taoist:

"Fusheng Wuliang Tianzun, who is poor and guards the beginning, has met Sun Layman."

After the two gave way to each other, Sun Jingchan asked her first question:
"The Taoist thinks...it's better to be a human being? Or to be a mayfly?"

Hearing this, Li Zhen glanced at the paper on the table in front of her again.

Said with a smile:

"Be your best."

"..."

Sun Jingchan was taken aback for a moment, and subconsciously said:
"be yourself?"

"Indeed."

Li Zhen nodded:
"It's good to be yourself. Be the self who is like a mayfly to the world, and to the mayfly."

"Miss, why don't you sit down and talk."

Hongying also made a point at this time.

"..."

Sun Jingchan glanced at her...then politely gave way to Li Zhen:
"Master, please."

"Please, Layman."

After the two parties were seated, Hongying, the maid, naturally began to serve people.

Pour the wine and pass the chopsticks.

A table of delicacies also exhausted all the skills of the cooks in Fulonglou.

The two sat opposite each other, Li Zhen's eyes were as calm as water, and Sun Jingchan's eyes were also pitch black.

Just a little confused.

It was pretty quiet in the room.

The more Sun Jingchan thought about it, the more confused she became, she couldn't help but looked at Li Zhen again and asked:
"The Taoist really thinks so?"

"Thinking about what?"

Li Zhen asked back.

Sun Jingchan thought that Li Zhen had forgotten the topic just now, and said:

"The ratio of man to mayfly."

But after hearing her words, who would have asked again:
"What does the layman want this person to compare to a mayfly?"

"..."

In an instant, Sun Jingchan was speechless.

Seeing her speechless appearance, Li Zhen's eyes fell on the paper in front of her again.

After thinking about it, he asked:
"A layman is also a practitioner, right?"

"... Exactly."

"Although I didn't know much about cultivation before, I also know about this journey. When leaving the world, the first thing to bear the brunt is to break through the barrier of life and death. Laymen are no exception, right?"

"It's natural."

Sun Jingchan nodded:

"There is a great horror between life and death. Only by breaking through life and death can one be able to escape from dust."

"What does it mean to be able to break life and death?"

Li Zhen asked again, and then continued to ask without waiting for Sun Jingchan's answer:
"Not afraid of death? Not afraid of death? Not greedy for life? Die calmly? Or let your life burst out with dazzling light on the premise of knowing that you are going to die? Or go into that good night calmly? Although I don't know the layman How did you cross it, but in Pindao's view, the so-called life and death barrier is not for everyone to break through life and death.

It's more like finding the meaning of your own life.And the answer to the question of people and mayflies asked by laymen is the same in Pindao.Whether it is a human being or a mayfly, all creatures in the world are subject to birth, old age, sickness and death. From the moment of birth, they have embarked on a journey towards death.The results of the two are the same, there is no difference. "

"..."

Sun Jingchan was taken aback...

Thinking back to Li Zhen's words...

Does it make sense?

Have.

But the problem is this truth...it doesn't seem like a living person can say it, right?

Greed for life, this is a natural moat that all practitioners in the world will face.

Therefore, this is also the reason why when the life and death test comes, we must make all preparations.

Don't want to die.

want to live.

If you want to live, you can't stand life and death.

If you can't bear it, you can't get out of the dust.

It doesn't matter who is an extremely talented person, or a person with a heart like a stone.

Everyone is the same when facing life and death.

The more you want to live, the more you will fear death.

And the things experienced in life and death can no longer be easily influenced by emotions.Everyone will face the most secret corners of their hearts to experience everything you don't want, resist, hate, and reject.And resist everything you desire, obey, wish to have.

These things are like quicksand in a swamp, trying to pull the practitioner into that abyss bit by bit.

All practitioners, whether they are ordinary people or those who practice Buddhism and Taoism.

Everyone will be shrouded in all kinds of life and death, no matter how firm your Taoist heart is, how firm your Buddha heart is...it is useless.

In the words of Buddhism, these are the seven emotions and six desires of human beings.

Born with it, irresistible.

Can only go to enlightenment.

No matter what he went through, he tried his best to maintain a little clarity in the Lingtai.

Efforts to break through all terror and temptation.

To resist, to fight.

Don't give in.

Only in this way can we succeed.

A successful person goes out of the world once, and then he is different from the mortal world.

And the losers...need someone to protect them outside, otherwise they may be permanently lost in the abyss of "whatever you want", and you will never be able to wake up again.

But what is the truth of the words of this Shouchu Daoist?
Why did I feel so calm when I listened to his words?

Although the Taoists pay attention to quietness and inaction, this attitude also exceeds the limit of inaction, right?

Can even face life and death so calmly?
You can't even hear the slightest nostalgia...but you don't have the thought of dying from the world.

Sun Jingchan only felt that... this Priest Shouchu...

Calm is a little too much.

Can't help but ask:
"How did the Taoist...be able to break through the barrier of life and death?"

"Uh……"

Li Zhen was taken aback for a moment, thought for a while, and shook his head:

"Pin Dao doesn't know either. Probably...just sleep, and it broke for no reason."

go to bed?

"How long have you slept?"

"Well……"

After counting the time, Li Zhen raised a finger.

"January?"

"..."

Pindao had starved to death for a month.

He shook his head:

"The effort of a bowl of soup cakes."

"..."

"..."

In the private room, there was a dead silence.

(End of this chapter)