A Guide to Rehabilitation of Broken Love in the Cultivation World

Chapter 24

After returning to the house, I put Qingyun on the table, originally planning to go to bed early, after all, I will be moving early tomorrow morning.

However, I couldn’t fall asleep lying on the bed. I tossed and turned for a long time, drank water twice, and went to the latrine, but in the end, my sleepiness seemed to have forgotten me, and I still haven’t seen him for a long time trace.

I tried to call it back by counting, counting from the beginning to 29, obviously my body and spirit were exhausted, every hair was urging me to close my eyes, but I still Can't sleep.

Finally, I gave up.He didn't continue counting any further, just kept his eyes open, staring straight at the wooden beam above his head.

Strange to say, I have lived here for almost three years, except tonight I have never noticed how many beams there are in this room.

I mean, those wooden beams are still important, right?

Together, they worked hard to support my roof and shielded me from the wind and rain, but I didn't feel their existence at all on weekdays.

I just took for granted what they did for me.

But just imagine if one day, they are gone, I will have no roof.

When the weather is good, you may say that the Starlight Summit is not bad, you can just see the bright Milky Way outside, but if there is a strong wind, I can only shiver under the quilt.

When it gets worse, when there is a heavy rain, my hut will turn into a big wooden basin, filled with a basin full of rainwater, and I can also go directly to the Dragon Palace with my bags.

So, what does this story tell us?

—You shouldn't count the beams of the roof when you can't sleep.

I think I have to stop trying to force everything that happens around me to be related to Susu. If this goes on, I will drive myself crazy sooner or later.

Then I thought of a new question, if I really went crazy, would Susu feel sad?Will she feel guilty, and then return to my side to take care of me?

I feel like I'm really hopeless.

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I just thought about it all night.

The next morning, when the sun fell on my window sill again, the senior brother who had informed me that the sect wanted me to guard the ancestral hall also came outside my door again.

Under his supervision, I packed and packed all my clothes and some odds and ends of living utensils. I finally took a look at my hut, took Qingyun with me, and followed him to the northernmost ancestral hall of Qingyunzong.

There are enshrined tablets of my Qing Yunzong's previous heads and elders.

Once everything has something to do with these seniors, especially those who lived a thousand years ago, it will always make people's heart beat faster and daydreaming again and again.

After all, there are similar plots in many novels and dramas. A young disciple who has been bullied and suffered half his life is thrown into this kind of place to fend for himself. Completed the original remnants of Zongmen.

Since then, he has soared into the sky, and embarked on the road of counterattack where people block and kill Buddhas, and slapped all the villains who looked down on him before.

Well, it would be even more pleasant to hear and see if a plot of breaking up in love and retiring the marriage was added at the beginning.

From this point of view, at this time, I have indeed gathered all the pre-requisites unconsciously.

However, the reason why Shuangwen is Shuangwen lies in the strong contrast between it and the real world.

Those cunning authors have extracted those things in life that make our blood pressure soar, painful and powerless, stuff them into their material baskets, and then use their superhuman imagination to write , smearing and modifying the ending, it becomes completely different.

In the end, the readers were fascinated by reading it, and the depression in their chests seemed to be swept away. While cursing what jb this was written, they couldn't help but spend money to buy books, and continued to chase after it. If you don't look at it for a day, you will scratch your heart with a hundred claws.

This is probably the so-called love and murder between the author and the reader.

But no matter how exciting the world in the novel is, people will eventually return to reality.

But the reality is that the ancestral hall to the north of the Qingyun Sect today was funded and built by outstanding graduates from the society to commemorate the 200th anniversary of the establishment of the Qingyun Sect.

Only 20 years ago, every brick and tile on it looks very new, and the name of the donor is engraved on it, and there are no secret organs or relics of the ancestors inside.

Naturally, I couldn't pick up any magic tricks.

The brother whose name I still don't know until now pointed to the tablets placed in the center of the hall and said to me.

"This place has to be wiped every day, and the floor should be cleaned every day. There should be no dust on the table, no soil on the floor, the offerings should be changed every three days, and the weeds within half a mile around should be cleaned up. Pay special attention to , don’t let the little beasts in the nearby forest sneak in, steal the offerings, and disturb the spirits of the previous ancestors of our Qingyun Sect.”

After a pause, he straightened his face again, and told me, "Remember what I said, don't cheat, don't play tricks, and don't use any crooked brains, just do what I say, reflect here carefully, I will come back to check from time to time of."

(End of this chapter)