I run a travel agency in the cultivation world

Chapter 616

In addition to cultivation, a person's dignity also depends on the support of others.

Originally an ordinary mortal old man, his figure looked even taller compared to other people.

The old man walked slowly in the temple, and Yang Zhao followed behind him, looking around, wondering which location would be more convenient for counterattack and which angle would be more convenient for escape if anything unexpected happened.

In less than half a cup of tea, the two came to a side hall, and three people came in hurriedly.

Leading the group was a middle-aged woman in gray-green clothes, with a stern look and a dignified demeanor. A sense of oppression was looming, which made people feel uneasy.

The middle-aged woman was the first to salute.

"Meet Uncle Feng'an."

The father-in-law raised his hand.

"No need to be so polite. Why did Junior Brother Lin come here at this time?"

Standing up, the woman surnamed Lin lowered her eyebrows with a slightly cautious look.

"I haven't seen Yangshechi for a long time. When I heard the news that he had come, I suddenly became curious and wanted to go to my uncle to find out something."

Feng An laughed.

"He's been away for five or six years. It's been a long time. I didn't expect that even you would start to miss him."

He didn't say what the matter was specifically. The woman surnamed Lin stopped talking and glanced around, as if she only saw Yang Zhao at this moment.

"Is this Yangshechi's friend?"

Seven steps away, Yang Zhao quietly watched the two sides exchange greetings, the Jiaolong Spear on his wrist moving slowly, which was unusual, with a bit of restlessness.

Feng An said: "This old friend's junior came to participate in the Four-Party Conference and visited me by the way."

The woman surnamed Lin asked again.

"From the Night Abyss?"

Blinking his eyes, Yang Zhao took a step forward and bowed.

"Junior Yang Zhao, nice to meet you, senior. I happened to be traveling in Yeyuan a few days ago."

"Yang Zhao."

The woman surnamed Lin chewed the two words in her mouth and then slowly spat them out. Her pair of phoenix eyes slowly swept across Yang Zhao, penetrating his skin and bones.

"He is indeed a young talent."

Yang Zhao lowered his eyes slightly and did not argue with the other party.

"Senior is so complimentary."

After looking at Yang Zhao for a while without knowing what was going on, the woman surnamed Lin chuckled and ignored her.

"Uncle Master, where are you going?"

"This kid is going to attend the Four Directions Conference. I have nothing to do these days, so I want to go and join in the fun. Let's see if Junior Brother Huang has time to take us there."

"The temple has been very busy these days, and Senior Brother Huang may not be able to get away. I wonder if I, your nephew, would have the honor to accompany you on this trip."

"Oh?"

Feng An asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Are you interested in this, too?"

"My nephew, I am also very eager to go and meet the young heroes in the world of cultivation."

Seeing that the woman surnamed Lin was sincere in her words, Feng An laughed and agreed.

"Since you are free, please accompany me tomorrow."

"Yes."

Watching the three people gradually disappear into the distance, Feng An took Yang Zhao into the side hall.

This side hall has a height of more than five meters, and there are two big trees inside that serve as pillars, supporting the entire beam structure. Looking up, one can see dense green branches and leaves.

Large colorful murals are scattered across the walls, recording the stories of the gods.

The entire side hall was roughly divided into three rooms by some large wooden furniture, with many half-worn furniture and supplies scattered around.

Rays of sunlight pass through the thick green screen, leaving dots of golden light in the room.

After the two of them sat down as host and guest, Feng An couldn't help but sigh.

"Alas, Junior Brother Lin is getting old."

Ah? Looking at Feng An sighing, a sense of absurdity rose in Yang Zhao's heart.

A "young man" in his 80s lamenting that a Nascent Soul cultivator of unknown age has grown old?

You can't think that someone is younger than you just because he or she looks middle-aged!

Looking at Yang Zhao's subtle expression, Feng An asked in confusion.

"Why do you look like this?"

Adjusting his facial expression, Yang Zhao said softly.

"You are younger than she is."

Feng An was startled and subconsciously looked up at the sky. Then his face became serious and he lowered his gaze. His eyes looked at Yang Zhao carefully, and stayed on her wrist for a long time.

Yang Zhao felt a little scared when he saw this, and Feng An started talking lightly.

"Don't you have a master?"

"what?"

This sudden question left Yang Zhao stunned.

She just replied with one sentence. How did Feng An know that she had no master or elders?
Yang Zhao couldn't help but look at himself. His whole body was clean and neat, without any broken parts.

Although the clothes were not brand new, they were specially customized for her by Guofu Minqiang every month and were formal clothes to wear to show off her appearance.

Not to mention the brilliant fabric, nor the jewel-colored buttons, just looking at the dark patterns embroidered with silk threads of the same color as the fabric, you can tell that this dress is of great value.

As for the country being rich and the people being strong, now they were unable to provide Yang Zhao with Taoist robes and Buddhist robes, so they could only arrange this kind of time-consuming and labor-intensive clothing to support Yang Zhao and prevent her from being looked down upon by some vulgar people and causing trouble for her.

Yang Zhao usually doesn't like to wear this kind of clothes. Although it is very comfortable to wear, it looks expensive and is actually expensive, but he can't help wearing it.

Even though she is now a cultivator, rich, and has a broader vision, she still feels sad when a piece of clothing like this is worn out.

But most people in this world respect the clothes before the person, and cultivators can rarely escape from worldly people.

Could it be that Feng An could tell fortunes by looking at clothes?
Could it be that someone just used some magical power to cut out a period of time in the long river of history?

"Senior, what does this mean?"

"If you have a master, how could you not know what I mean?"

Feng An looked at her wrist again. The Jiaolong Spear was lying there quietly, with a green flame burning slowly.

"With your luck and the magic weapon you have, this shouldn't happen."

Listening to Feng An's mumbling, Yang Zhao became more and more confused, but there seemed to be a big secret between his words that she should know but didn't.

Her heart was pounding and she was so excited that she could hardly control herself.

"Senior, I will tell you the truth. Our sect is not very prosperous, and my master was the only one left. Unfortunately, he died when I was young."

"Four years ago, I met a fellow elder by chance. He took pity on me because I was lonely and poor, and taught me how to practice physical training and cultivate immortality. But I didn't expect that he only taught me for three years, and he passed away a while ago."

Seeing Feng An thoughtful, Yang Zhao simply stood up and bowed deeply.

"I really don't understand what you are talking about. Please enlighten me, senior."

The entire side hall fell silent.

Feng An just looked at Yang Zhao quietly without saying a word, while Yang Zhao's ears were filled with the sound of blood roaring, and at this moment he could no longer organize any words.

As time passed, Yang Zhao's passion gradually cooled, and rationality slowly returned to his heart.

She pursed her lips and was about to look up and say something to ease the embarrassment when Feng An spoke.

"Forget it. I'm just using your luck for free, so I have to pay you something."

"Please sit down and I will tell you slowly."

A surge of blood rushed to his heart again, Yang Zhao looked up suddenly, his eyes were hot and his throat was blocked.

"Thank you, senior."

After Yang Zhao sat down, Feng An slowly began to speak.

"You know that when a living being ages, both the body and the soul age together."

The soul...gets old?

Yang Zhao: "I have heard of it, but I don't know much about it."

"All living things are subject to birth, aging, sickness and death. Except for birth and death, which are uncontrollable, aging and sickness are unpredictable."

"There is spiritual energy in the world, and cultivators collect it to replenish themselves. For those who have achieved something, it is easy to stay healthy and alive for hundreds or thousands of years, but it is difficult to stay young." "It is not difficult to keep your body young. It is difficult to keep your soul young, especially for cultivators."

As he spoke, Feng An's voice became lower.

"So it sounds like this old age is more terrifying than death?"

"hehe."

"Death is emptiness, and old age is nothingness."

Feng An looked at the young Yang Zhao and couldn't help feeling emotional.

"After death, there is no road ahead, and after old age, there is no road ahead. Both are quite scary."

"But aging is more cunning than death, and it comes silently."

Frowning, Yang Zhao tried to find some clues from those words.

"Is the road cut off after old age?"

"Correct."

This word was clean and sharp, like a nail piercing Yang Zhao's heart.

She raised her head in panic, with a pleading look on her face.

"Why is it so influential? Please explain in detail."

"Alas, with your luck, how could you become a disciple of such a master?"

Feng An looked at Yang Zhao with a bit of pity in his eyes.

"How can you judge a cultivator's aging if you don't see his voice or appearance?"

Without seeing the voice or appearance, you cannot judge aging...

No voice or appearance...

senescence……

A flash of inspiration came to Yang Zhao, and he blurted it out.

"network!"

"Ok?"

Feng An frowned, not understanding what Yang Zhao meant by this answer.

"It's not the Internet, it's communication. There are always some people who can't keep up with the development of the times. Although I'm only in my 20s, it's hard for me to understand the thoughts of teenagers. Usually by then, those teenagers will say I'm old."

Yang Zhao's eyes sparkled. For her, a 6G Internet surfing expert, many people's words and deeds bear the mark of time.

In the vast space of the Internet, Internet memes from twenty years ago and those from two years ago fly together, and jokes from forty years ago and jokes from four years ago dance together.

Yang Zhao witnessed with his own eyes that "Xiao Qiang" once squeezed the living space of cockroaches, but the cockroaches regained their territory with the help of time.

These marks are too deep to be washed away.

"Yes, people's age is easily exposed when they communicate. So what are the differences between old people and young people besides their bodies?"

What is the difference between old people and young people?
Young people are more reckless, while old people are more steady.

Young people are more passionate, while old people are calmer.

Young people are more flexible, while old people are more stubborn.

Young people are more receptive to new things, while it is always difficult for older people to keep up with the times.

While this is not the same for everyone, this is the general trend for both groups.

"The word 'cultivation' in cultivation represents that one must practice it year after year, month after month, day after day, hour after hour without stopping."

Feng An's long voice echoed in the empty side hall.

"Everyone has different aptitudes, experiences and personalities. Even if they learn the same technique, they will have different understandings and walk their own paths alone."

"To walk this path well, a cultivator must seek change, knowledge, truth, and reality, face challenges head-on, correct mistakes, forge ahead bravely, and never retreat."

"Don't think it's easy for me to say, it's too difficult to do it."

Listening to Feng An's description, Yang Zhao couldn't help but speak.

"But Senior Lin is a cultivator, and she is also a cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage. She has no shortage of time, energy, or courage..."

"stop."

Feng An looked at Yang Zhao and smiled gently, saying, "You are a man."

"What?"

The turn was a bit sharp and Yang Zhao crashed into it directly. She blinked.

"Senior, I am a woman."

Feng An shook his head: "I said you are a man."

Yang Zhao: "But, I am really a woman."

Feng An: "What is the difference between men and women?"

Yang Zhao: "Gender."

Feng An: "If today, you took over the body of a man, would you be a man or a woman?"

"what……"

Yang Zhao blinked and thought for a while before speaking.

"I'm a woman."

"What if you stay in this man's body for hundreds of years?"

"I... my soul is female..."

The two of them stared at each other for a while, and Feng An burst into laughter.

"Junior apprentice sister Lin has lived for hundreds of years. In these hundreds of years, what was recognized as 'true' by the whole world has become 'false' today. What should she do?"

"Cultivation is naturally about seeking truth..."

"Are you a boy or a girl?"

hiss~~

Yang Zhao couldn't help but take a breath.

Cultivation... Cultivation...

Cultivation!

Geocentrism and heliocentrism, quantum mechanics and traditional mechanics.

Every time there is a big change in the scientific research community, a group of highly respected scientists will be caught up in it, not to mention ordinary people.

“When a person becomes stubborn, stops moving forward, and becomes tired of the truth, even if he is only 20 years old, he is old.”

Feng An pointed at himself and said: "I have seen many young people whose souls are older than mine."

"If a cultivator gets old, it will become increasingly difficult to improve his cultivation. Even if he lives for a few hundred more years, he will never be able to ascend to the throne of God."

"The severance of the great path... for those geniuses, it is more painful than death."

Yang Zhao pulled the corners of his mouth, as if he wanted to laugh, but he was unable to do so.

Feng An stood up slowly, leaving Yang Zhao sitting there with a dull look in his eyes.

The light in the room gradually dimmed and the night wind grew stronger. Yang Zhao sat idly for a while but felt lazy, so he simply closed his eyes and started practicing.

This principle is not profound and it doesn’t take time to understand it.

But if no one exposes it, Yang Zhao will not be able to figure out the reason even after another hundred years.

To be specific, Grandmaster Shen Ruoyu once said that Taoism was changing too fast, and he didn't want Yang Zhao to learn magic from him that was hundreds of years old, so he refused to teach her.

That's right. When Master Shen was young, most of the magic skills he learned were about worshipping gods, praying to gods, and restraining gods. Now that even the gods are gone in the Red Land of Shenzhou, these magic skills are like water without a source, and naturally their power has been greatly reduced, turning from "true" to "false".

But Master Shen never talked about any deeper principles. I wonder if he himself has forgotten them.

But this is really a favor.

After today, Yang Zhao gladly accepted Feng An's attempt to take advantage of his luck.

On the second day, the woman surnamed Lin came early in the morning with more than ten people, picked up Feng An and Yang Zhao, and set off.

Originally, Yang Zhao thought that the journey would be completed by flying, but in the end, they decided to travel underground.

A group of people sat in a long, bean-pod-like magical instrument.

The magic weapon slowly sank into the ground. Yang Zhao used his spiritual sense to probe it. There was not even a blade of grass on the surface. It was like a drop of water falling into the sea without causing any ripples.

A layer of white, tender and furry roots grew out of the entire magic weapon. These roots automatically formed a formation, and the entire magic weapon disappeared on the spot in an instant.

There is no wind, but it travels at the speed of lightning; there is no electricity, but it is as powerful as cannon and flint.