I'm not immortal

Chapter 148 Sun Simiao
"What about the future?"

The old voice sounded again, with a smile in it.

"The future is the future."

Jiang Qi replied like this.

"Keep going."

Jiang Qi asked: "How far is it?"

No one answered, and Jiang Qi didn't respond, nodded, walked around the pavilion and continued forward.

Going forward, people gradually appeared. Jiang Qi was not surprised, because he could see from just now that he was going down the mountain.

But it seems to be walking on flat ground, which is strange, but not strange at all.

Here, after all, is a fantasy world.

That's right, it's no longer appropriate to call the pure fantasy world the world of obsession.

Jiang Qi has an intuition in his heart that Sun Simiao's obsession does not exist in this world, or in other words, it is just a similar idea, not the carrying of the obsession.

He continued to move forward, walking among the active crowd, but the people here seemed to have not seen him, what to do or what to do.

Jiang Qi tried to stand in front of a man carrying firewood, blocking his way, but the man walked straight through Jiang Qi.

Can it only be observed?
Jiang Qi thought silently.

He looked around, and gradually, he saw something very interesting.

This is a market at the foot of the mountain. It seems that the concept of a by-product of tourism already existed at this time.

Jiang Qi's gaze fell on a bookstall, the owner of which was a young man who sold some of his calligraphy and paintings.

A rich lady in silk and satin walked over with a maid. The two people's eyes met for a moment, but they immediately lost sight of each other.

The young lady flipped through the booth pretendingly, rolled up a painting, then stood up and left.

The maid at the side took out a small purse, dropped a silver coin, and followed in the footsteps of her own lady.

"give change."

The scholar said, but the rich lady had drifted away, and she didn't hear his words at all.

He hesitated for a moment, but still picked up the silver coin, carefully put it into the back basket, and then forced himself to look away from the back.

This scene is a microcosm of what Jiang Qi saw.

There are many more scenes like this.

The lame, broken-armed, slender man limped along the street, surrounded by reverent gazes.

This is a soldier, the Iron Army of Datang.

Jiang Qi thought silently.

There are also beggars, stall owners, and all kinds of prostitutes.

Scenes of various life events happened in the market in front of Jiang Qi.

"What do you see?"

Suddenly, that old voice sounded again, but this time it was not in the void in the dark, but in Jiang Qi's ear.

"I didn't see anything."

Jiang Qi turned around naturally and looked behind him.

There, standing there was an old man in sackcloth, who looked to be five or sixty years old, with gray hair and beard, a bit rich, and shining eyes. Jiang Qi saw in it his indifference to life.

But deeper down, there is a soul-stirring great mercy.

"Jiang Qi, I have met the real Miaoying."

Jiang Qi cupped his hands and saluted with a meticulous gesture.

"Just call the old Taoist Sun Simiao."

Sun Simiao said with a smile.

Then he waved his hand and asked, "Why didn't you see what you said?"

Jiang Qi replied: "Because this is life."

"Oh?"

Sun Simiao's expression showed that he was willing to hear more about it.

Jiang Qi looked around and said, "These are healthy lives. If everyone in the world is like this, Mr. Sun, you can forget about your medical skills."

When Sun Simiao heard this, a flash of satisfaction flashed in his eyes, and he said with a smile, "Follow me."

"Yes."

Jiang Qi nodded respectfully and followed Sun Simiao's footsteps.

The two walked through the market, but no one noticed the old and the young.

As Sun Simiao stepped out of the bazaar, everything behind him came to a standstill, like a frozen movie.

"Everything here is my imagination, or in other words, it is the scene that I look forward to all my life."

Sun Simiao glanced back and sighed: "You are right, there are lovers who are separated from each other, there are soldiers who are crippled to protect their families and the country, there are small vendors who support their families, and there are people who place their hopes on others. beggars with good hearts."

"But at least, they're healthy."

Sun Simiao looked at Jiang Qi and asked again: "Do you think this is enough?"

Jiang Qi did not answer this question, but instead asked: "Do you think this era is healthy?"

Sun Simiao knew that he was talking about the prosperous Tang Dynasty, but
The old Taoist shook his head and said: "From ancient times to the present, there has been no era of health, not in the past, not in the present, and in the future."

Jiang Qi met Sun Simiao's inquiring eyes, and looked at the eagerness mixed with it.

After a moment of silence, he spoke.

"There was a counselor who was the most intelligent and wise in an era, and asked a question to a talented and bold founding emperor."

Sun Simiao's expression changed, waiting for Jiang Qi's next words.

Jiang Qi pointed to himself, and continued: "How about my era?"

"The emperor replied: It is hoped that the world will be unified, but there is only a glimmer of light."

"Enough, enough."

Sun Simiao said repeatedly.

"A ray of dawn, how many people, how many eras, how many things the emperor couldn't ask for."

"We are lucky. We are in an era where there are people with one arm holding the sky, and there are more than one."

Jiang Qi said so.

"Is that so?"

Sun Simiao didn't ask in detail, but just continued to move forward.

Jiang Qi followed in his footsteps.

The two have been away from the mountain.

Jiang Qi looked back and asked, "Is this Zhongnan Mountain?"

"Yes."

Sun Simiao nodded and said with a smile, "How about Zhongnan Mountain in the future?"

Jiang Qi thought for a while and replied, "I need a ticket to go up the mountain."

"Huh? Hahahahahaha!"

Sun Simiao was taken aback when he heard the words, and then smiled happily.

"Good thing, good thing."

"Those guys who treasure their own bamboo, close the mountain and lock the view, thinking that they are higher than the world of mortals when they are in the mountain, they are so stupid."

"It seems that there is indeed a glimmer of light in your era."

"If you want great harmony in the world, the first thing to get rid of is the awe and fear of gods, monsters and the like."

"There is no god in the world, only people!"

Sun Simiao said firmly.

"It's not like something a Taoist priest can say."

Jiang Qi said with a smile.

"Then I'll be vulgar."

Sun Simiao answered happily.

The two walked forward while chatting.

Until a small teahouse was placed on the side of the road.

Sun Simiao beckoned Jiang Qi over, and just as he sat down, two large bowls of tea appeared in front of him.

"I believe you can also see that the old man has no obsession."

Hearing Sun Simiao's words, although Jiang Qi was prepared, his heart sank.

If there is no obsession, let alone why Sun Simiao left this idea behind.

Without obsession, there may be no inheritance.

Then
"However, if you want the inheritance of the old way, it is not impossible."

Sun Simiao watched the change of expression on Jiang Qi's face with great interest, winking playfully like an old child.

"Just do something for the old man."

(End of this chapter)