I am going to live forever in the world of mortals

Chapter 48 Some people died, but he was still alive
"This……"

Zhang Xiuyuan hesitated for a while, and said ambiguously: "Because of some things, the teacher was nearly eighty years old and lost his kung fu, and he sat down on his own."

If the master was still alive, he would definitely not talk too much about his master being trapped by evil thoughts.

But now that the master has passed away for several months, and death is like a lamp going out, there are no so many taboos...

"Have you finished your work?"

Lu Zhaozhao was stunned when he heard the words, and asked with frowned eyebrows: "Zhang Dao's long-term gong is good fortune, why does Sangong sit down?"

Zhang Xiuyuan sighed, and said: "This matter cannot be explained clearly in a few words, so it's worth not mentioning it."

"There's nothing to do anyway..."

Lu Zhaozhao finally changed the topic to the past of the Holy Seed, how could he give up so easily?
Her eyes moved slightly and she said with a smile: "The little girl has admired Master Taixu for a long time, and has never had the chance to visit him. Now she finally came to this Gusu, came to this Taixu Temple, met Taoist friends, and did not listen to the past of the senior. Isn't it a pity?"

"So what if you listen? What if you don't listen?"

"If you don't listen to it, you will feel itchy, but you will have no regrets after listening to this trip~"

"Then what if the regret is greater after hearing it?"

Zhang Xiuyuan shook his head and said with emotion: "It's not that I don't want to say it, but I'm afraid that after I say it, the master Taixu you know is quite different from the master I say, which will only add to the trouble."

"Fellow Daoist said that, I am even more curious."

Lu Zhaozhao cupped his hands and said with a smile, "We are all juniors who look up to us devoutly. Even if the spirits of the seniors know about it, they won't blame us."

"You Daoist Lu are so curious about the past of your master?"

"Can Fellow Daoist satisfy this curiosity?"

"It's all about the past..."

Zhang Xiuyuan pondered for a while, thinking that it would take at least half a day for Zhao Chenghui to go back to the city to fetch Liu Heng'e's belongings, and he wanted to test Liu Heng'e's temperament this time, so he shouldn't return early...

Idle is also idle, simply sitting on the sidelines and talking about my master from the perspective of a disciple.

It’s okay to talk about what can be said, and it’s okay to talk about what can’t be said casually.

In his description, the tragic story of a man who is extremely talented but has no chance to go to immortality, and who has bred a magical desire to seek immortality slowly unfolds like a scroll...

But Lu Zhaozhao was dumbfounded when he heard it, and he didn't come back to his senses for a long time. He just murmured in a daze: "Evil thoughts? Breeding evil thoughts? How could it be evil thoughts?"

She was attracted by the story of Zhang Yangming and Ning Zizhen, and was also impressed by Zhang Yangming's character, but she was more at a loss about Zhang Yangming's being controlled by the evil thoughts.

Not long ago, she received a holy oath from the leader, saying that the Holy Seed had a problem and needed to be guided. If calculated according to the time, Zhang Yangming would have died!

Zhang Yangming died first, and the leader guessed it later, but how do the dead people guess?How can the dead be lured?
The leader himself speculated that there must be no mistake;
And it was his disciple who told the story of Zhang Yangming, and the disciple who personally collected Zhang Yangming's corpse could not be mistaken in time, nor could he misidentify the remains.

That is to say, Zhang Yangming is indeed 'dead', but it is very likely that he is still 'living' in another way...

Magic thoughts!

When the leader mentioned the Holy Seed, he once said that there was a problem with the Holy Seed, and someone needed to guide it, otherwise there might be suffering.

Isn't that the magic idea?
And the evil thoughts in Zhang Xiuyuan's mouth could already control Zhang Yangming, even to the point where Zhang Yangming had to set himself on fire in order to get rid of it, obviously it became a climate!
Zhang Yangming set himself on fire in order to get rid of it, and the magic thought that became the climate escaped. It is entirely possible that this is the case!
But... but how could the Holy Seed be a demonic thought?
Lu Zhaozhao grew up in the church since he was a child, and has met several saints in the church. All of them are talents in a certain field. job.

The religion believes in the great light, the opposition between light and darkness, the confrontation between good and evil, and the victory of good and evil in the end...

She looked a little dazed, with a deep bewilderment hidden in her eyes. She racked her brains and couldn't figure out why the holy seed in the mouth of the leader was a demonic thought in other people's mouths?

"..."

Seeing this, Zhang Xiuyuan thought that she couldn't accept the contrast brought about by the "blackening" of the person she admired, so she sighed and said, "If the obsession in your heart is too deep, then why is it not evil?"

"Yes, yes, yes, obsession... obsession!"

Lu Zhaozhao seemed to have come to his senses when he heard the words, his eyes lit up and he agreed: "It should be that Daoist Zhang is too obsessed! Yes, he is too obsessed!"

Yes, it's obsession, not magic...

The holy seed must be obsession, it must be!
The leader said that there is a problem with the Holy Seed, and someone needs to guide it, otherwise there may be misery, which must mean that Zhang Yangming's obsession is too deep, and it has become a climate!
The teachings are majestic, yearning for great light, the Holy Seed in the mouth of the leader cannot be a demon, it is impossible...

Zhang Xiuyuan looked at her with a slight frown, and seeing that her expression was different, he asked, "Friend Lu, are you alright?"

"..."

For some reason, when Lu Zhaozhao saw him looking at him, he felt inexplicably flustered, and hurriedly waved his hands and said with a smile, "It's okay, it's okay."

A gust of wind blew by, blowing up the burnt paper ashes and blowing away the ends of her hair.

She tucked her hair behind her ears with evasive eyes, and said with a smile: "Just now, fellow daoist said that the master Taixu I know is quite different from the master that fellow daoist said. I still don't believe it, but now I believe it." .”

"But they are like two different people?"

"is a bit."

"It should be more than a little bit."

Seeing her frowning eyebrows, Zhang Xiuyuan asked, "Fellow Daoist Lu just said that he didn't want to hear it, and he had no regrets after hearing about this trip. Now that he's finished listening, don't he regret it even more?"

"..."

Lu Zhaozhao was silent when he heard the words.

It wasn't that she regretted hearing about Zhang Yangming's past, but she was entangled in whether she should tell Zhang Yangming that Mo Nian was probably still alive.

She knew that if a person who could tell that 'what they want is nothing more than a well-understood thought', if they knew that their master's evil thoughts were still alive, they would definitely not give up.

Maybe I will get to the bottom of it, and it will be difficult to end...

But she also knew that the teacher and apprentice had been together for more than ten years, and the relationship must be extremely deep. Would it be too cruel to hide this kind of thing and not tell the truth?
"It's just the past, there is nothing to regret."

She waved her sleeves to brush away the flying paper ashes, and said with some guilt: "The master Taixu I knew has passed away, and his past events are like this paper ashes, gone with the wind..."

"Too…"

Zhang Xiuyuan nodded, seeing that the sun had sunk to the west before he knew it, and it was almost time for Zhao Chenghui to come back, so he stood up and said, "It's getting late, and it's time to go back."

"Thank you, Daoist, for clarifying the confusion..."

Lu Zhaozhao had something hidden in his heart, and he didn't want to stay here for a long time, so he stood up and said with a smile, "This trip is worthwhile."

The two chatted without saying a word and went down the mountain.

And at this time under the big banyan tree.

Liu Heng'e was still frozen there, unable to move, and on her outstretched hands, there were still two chirping larks...

The two little sparrows looked at her with their heads hooked, as if wondering why there was an immobile fool under the tree.

At first, she yelled twice, scaring the two little sparrows away.

Although the two little sparrows were timid, after being with people for a long time, they also became somewhat spiritual. Seeing that the other party could only talk, but could not move, they flew back and landed on their hands after a while.

Yell, fly away, fly back again...

After doing this several times, the two little sparrows knew that the person under the tree was a 'fool who couldn't move', so they were not afraid anymore.

Liu Heng'e was already distraught, but she was also a little desperate when she saw the two little sparrows yelling at her but she couldn't leave. For the first time, she regretted being possessed by someone...

She froze for half a day, drooping her eyes half dead, muttering rural slang from more than a hundred years ago, as if she was cursing someone...

'Xiaoniu's nose is so cruel, it's been half a day and he hasn't come back, is he dead? '

'Now you can toss your aunt all the time, and you will look good after your aunt is successful in her cultivation! '

'...'

Suddenly, she didn't know what she saw, she muttered for a while, her dull eyes lit up a little, and she said with a smile on her face, "Daoist, are you back?"

"..."

Zhang Xiuyuan looked a little weird, because through the perspective of the little turtle, he could 'see' that Liu Heng'e hadn't stopped talking for a long time, but what she muttered were all rural accents, so he didn't know what she was muttering.

"What were you muttering just now?"

"I'm praying for the priest~"

(End of this chapter)