Play the cultivation game in the world of immortality

Chapter 143
The fat chef's cellar is very large, far more spacious and open than the Baiwei Pavilion on the ground.

There are everything in it, including the most common melons, fruits, vegetables, chicken, duck, fish, rice noodles, grains and oils in basket after basket, and there are also spiritual plants and beasts that cannot be identified, all of which have been cleaned up. Heaped against the wall.

Several grooves have been dug out of the stone wall on the north side, and there are various kinds of bottles and jars inside, such as small and exquisite glazed cups, shiny purple bamboo knots, moist celadon bottles, and simple and upright small wooden bottles .

There are also all kinds of colorful spiritual materials that cannot be named, all crowded together in one place.

Bian Qi took a deep breath of the mixed flavors in the cellar, looked at the embarrassment on the face of the honest and honest fat cook, and finally realized that what he had done was inappropriate.

What he wants to do, what he does, never involves only himself.

In the past, people said that he had a bad temper and acted recklessly, but he never accused him more, instead he indulged him a lot, just because it was a matter between two people, and his words and deeds were far from unacceptable the point.

In the eyes of everyone, he is just a child.

Whether it is stealing some honey, breaking a few worthless dishes at home, or breaking a few insignificant vegetable seedlings in the vegetable garden, it is not worth mentioning. .

Who hasn't come here since childhood?Everyone has more or less time to be ignorant.

What's more, everyone in the small town thinks about themselves when they were young, and they may be more mischievous and mischievous than teenagers, so they are tolerant.

Of course, this kind of tolerance can also be described as an understatement of the strong's indifference to the weak who are far behind them, because they have never taken it to heart, so they ignore it.

But now, this balance is broken.

Bian Qi knew that he was really trying to force others to make things difficult for him. The little sister's matter was not his alone. He had never asked his brother's consent, and he didn't know what consequences would be caused if he changed her food at will, so he acted recklessly. Self-righteously made a decision in private.

He intends to ask people for help, but what he does is drag people into the water.

Because his parents left immediately after he was born, most of the time when he was young, he was only accompanied by his elder brother and master.

Bian Qi has always respected his elder brother.

It is true that Bian Zheng is his elder brother, but he thinks that he is still young, and his understanding of this elder brother may not be as good as his master who has been with his elder brother for nearly 200 years.

Even so, he still roughly understood what kind of person his elder brother was.

The outside world often says that he is indifferent and quiet, not to mention participating in all kinds of disputes, big and small, in the cultivation world, and the number of times he has been exposed to others can be counted on one hand.

Bian Zheng is a very honest person.

Wuzong Pagoda and Tianxiao Academy have invited him several times to serve as a teacher at their home, and they have arranged extremely generous rewards. He said that he was weak and selfish and could not bear the heavy responsibility. He was afraid of misleading his children, so he declined all the preferential treatment from the Holy Land.

He said he was selfish, and it seemed that he was right.

The Eight Cities of Nanguan were destroyed by the epidemic, and Chirizong and Wuzong Pagoda cooperated to invite him to help. He bluntly said that there is a fixed destiny, and there are countless blessings and misfortunes, which are beyond the reach of human beings.

These extremely indifferent words were so angry that the gray-bearded and highly respected medical teacher from Wuzong Tower Taoyuan pointed at Bian Zheng's nose and yelled.

"You are so hard-hearted, why did you bother to learn the method of saving the world and helping people!"

Bian Zheng answered him.

"I understand that medical theory is not for saving the world and helping people, but only because of my heart."

He just finds it interesting.

In order to pass the extremely boring time in a long life, you always have to find something interesting for yourself.

Unlike ordinary human races, their spirit races have had an endless lifespan from the moment of birth, and the higher the rank of the spirit race, the more powerful they are.

That is not eternal life.

That is infinitely close to eternal life.

What he wants to learn, what he wants to do, there is no specific reason, he just wants to do it, so he does it.

It's not unreasonable for Bian Zheng to become close friends with Feng Xian, who is half his junior. Feng Xian, the bully, hates being taught how to do things, and Bian Zheng also hates it, but his personality is not as flamboyant as Feng Xian's.

He doesn't like trouble. Although he has a lot of time, he still hates his life being occupied by useless things, even if it is only a very small part-maybe among them, Frost Snow, who is not connected with his blood, is One exception.

But Bian Zheng never believes that there are any exceptions in the world. He only believes in destiny, and believes that the trajectory of fate has long been arranged.

Some things, when the time comes, you should do it.

Therefore, he told the aging medical master that he had no heart to help the world, so naturally he couldn't do anything to help the world.

The old man who was about to run out of fuel and still cared about all sentient beings, under such stimulation, more than half of the few days he had was cut.

Bian Zheng felt that this was not good. Although he thought it was not entirely his own fault, but in the end, people were angry at him, and his life was lost because of him, so something should be done.

The main reason was that his hands were itchy and he wanted to save someone, so he did.

He pulled the old man back from the critical moment and extended his life for another 30 years.

Bian Zheng told the old man that you can't save all the people in the world, if you want to save it, then go and save it yourself.

The old man who is highly respected and famous throughout his life will tell him that he can't save the world, but he can save the person in front of him.

Bian Zheng, who was still very young at that time, asked again, what is a person in the world, and what is a person in front of you?

The old man replied, all living beings in the world are all people in the world.

The old man said that all living beings in the world are the people in front of us.

To cherish the present is to cherish the world, and to cherish the world is to cherish the present.

"But this is not the answer I want, you can't convince me."

At that time, the white-haired fairy had a calm face and a peaceful voice, but what he said were extremely cruel words.

"And you're dying."

"Yeah, I'm about to die." The old man who woke up again sighed, "So if I live a moment longer, I can save one more person."

Apart from his cultivation, he bowed down to his juniors who were far inferior to him in terms of age, experience, and prestige.

Thank you for your life-saving grace, and look forward to looking back.

The most ridiculous thing to say is that the culprit who caused him to fall has become his savior.

But the old man doesn't complain, he came to ask for help first because of the reason, then he must bear the fruit of his choice.

Evil fruit, good fruit, all tasted.

"Sir, why do you have to do this?" The young white-haired fairy was puzzled, and then sighed, "It's nothing but ordinary beings."

"Everyone's lifespan is sad. For you and me, a hundred years is just a blink of an eye. You should cherish yourself more."

The old man replied: "You walked too fast, you have never seen many scenery, and you have lost a lot of things. You don't realize it now, and you don't regret it, but those things haven't caught up with you yet."

The world treats all living beings very fairly in some cruel places. Birth, old age, sickness, death, love parting, resentment meeting, nothing you can ask for, no one can be so lucky as not to touch.

Ordinary people are, people who practice Taoism are, even immortals who have stepped through the gate of immortality are not exempt from vulgarity.

Half of the immortal is for people, and in the world, it is for all living beings.

The bustling people make up a sentient being.

In the world, who dares to say that he is not a sentient being?

The old man and Bian Zheng said: "The answer you want can only be given by yourself."

"The only thing that can convince you is yourself." He pointed to his own heart, and then to the heart of the white-haired fairy, "We are different."

All hearts are different.

People should not save others by themselves, especially for doctors, but they have to save them.

In the eyes of doctors, not only their own pain, but also the pain of the world since they chose the way of practice, and facing pain and accepting pain is their initial practice.

It is difficult to let go of the suffering of one person in the world, let alone the suffering of all living beings?
Practice practice, practice letting go, if you can let go easily, why is it so hard to say?Throughout the ages, how many people have knocked on that door?

The medical professor from Taoyuan did not criticize the young junior, his mind is far wider than the world imagined.

He worshiped again, and spoke his words and deeds.

The young and talented white-haired immortal was thoughtful, so he returned the gift with his body.

The old man did not go to the Nanguan Eight Cities, which were in dire straits, but returned to the tower and began to arrange his own affairs.

He is old enough to be able to do nothing but be unable to use it.

Although Bian Zheng forced him to extend his life span for 30 years, the trend of running out of fuel has never been irreversible. Not only the vitality will disappear with time, but also the dwindling cultivation.

Bian Zheng didn't make up the other part that was missing for him, which was tantamount to cruelty to the old man.

In other words, letting the old man watch him become a powerless person was also done intentionally by the white-haired fairy in order to verify the old man's words.

It seems that no matter how it is explained, it is too cruel.

Frost on the snow-capped ridge, how can it overcome a heart of stone.

The old man has become an ordinary person, but he is still not ordinary.

He compiled medical classics with all his heart, taught his disciples wholeheartedly, and tried his best to leave what he had learned in his life to the world.

The epidemic in the eight cities of Nanguan lasted only eight years, and the exhausted old man could not survive the 30 years that did not belong to him.

The lonely and arrogant white-haired fairy stood in front of his sick bed, frowning.

"Sir, you still don't know how to cherish yourself. I have given you a chance. If you have focused on yourself and ignored things outside your body in the past few years, maybe you won't be like this."

The old man didn't understand the meaning of his words, and said with a smile: "The people who are about to break through, if they can break through, they would have broken through long ago, so why do they need the stolen 30 years! I have been there for more than a thousand years, and I have nothing to do with that. There is no fate in Taoism, it just has no fate!"

"Sir, don't you not believe in fate?" Bian Zheng asked.

"Doctors fight for the fate of all living beings and the sky, why don't you fight for yourself, sir."

"How can there be so many lives to fight for? What a naive child."

The old man looked at the still cold face of the white-haired youth, and showed a kind smile.

"You talked about fighting with the sky. Since you have fought so many undeserved lives, the way of heaven has already found it elsewhere."

It is not unreasonable that there are few doctors and few medical practitioners in the world.

Their practice and path of practice are much more difficult than ordinary people, not to mention, in this world, there are far more karma involved than ordinary people.

Walking between birth, old age, sickness and death, how can we not be contaminated with the slightest love-hate entanglement?

Which one, which one, is not a cause and effect?
"The so-called healers in the common world don't heal themselves. Is this the same reason?" Bian Zheng looked at him and said coldly, "Mr. is also blinded by cause and effect, can't you see your own heart clearly?"

I can't see where the disease is, so I can't save myself.

The old man was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly realized: "So that's the case, I'm sick too!"

"Eight years of epidemics in the eight cities of Nanguan, although we and others have worked hard, there are millions of deaths. I have always been hard to let go of this, so I never stop."

Home remedies are good recipes, the most difficult to cure is heart disease.

"Mr. Yu is not the only doctor in the world, and the suffering in the world is far beyond Nanguan's tolerance." Bian Zheng sighed, "Mr., why do you have to work so hard?"

The world will not stop running just because one person is missing, the torrent of time will only carry all living beings forward.

How can a single person be able to be the power of the world?
"Sir, have you ever regretted it? If you stick around, it will be the blessing of all living beings in the future. It is too late to wake up now."

"Why regret it!" The old man shook his head and laughed loudly.

In his eyes is Han Xue's incomprehensible and approachable kindness, "I am not the only healer in the world, but how can I ensure that others are willing to go?"

"Then don't care." Bian Zheng replied.

The old man laughed, and pointed to his heart, "Look at you, if everyone is like you, who else can the world expect?"

"People, at any time, can't just rely on others."

"You bastard, I can't control you, I can't control others, maybe I can't control myself!" Sensing the coming moment, the old man finally stopped holding back his temper and cursed unscrupulously.

"If I want to go, I will go!"

Bian Zheng is not annoyed, and he is not without gain.

He took a step back and bowed to the dying old man, "Then please go on your way, sir."

"It's really cold and ruthless, is this a human language?" The old man couldn't help but choked speechlessly.

"Can't you say something nice to me, an old man?"

Bian Zheng pondered for a while before seriously saying: "Then Zheng can only wish Mr. here to go to a place where there will be no more pain."

"In the next life, never be a doctor again."

"You are really..."

The old man no longer had the strength to shake his head. Hearing this, he laughed and said: "If there is still time... If there is still time, I hope that my disciples and juniors...don't be doctors anymore..."

His voice gradually dried up, and his vision gradually became blurred. Starting from his fingertips, pale golden spots of light continued to overflow from his body, filling the empty house.

It's like a golden snowfall.

It is very similar to that year, the fine snow that fell in the eight cities of Nanguan and the belated joy of the whole city.

At the last moment, the old man remembered a very insignificant matter.

In the area of ​​Nanguan, the land is close to the hot sea, the red sun hangs high, and it never snows.

Facing the old man's body that melted into the golden light, the white-haired fairy's thin lips moved slightly, but did not make a sound.

But the old man understood what he meant.

He was asking himself, can he see that door?
The old man really wanted to laugh, but when he smiled, the golden light dissipated a little faster, so he could only blink to show that he knew it.

He was finally willing to close his eyes.

With a sigh, he chose to stop on this side of the door.

(End of this chapter)