When Wu Chong rushed home, his father, who had been ill for many days, was gone.
In the mourning hall, Wu Chong offered a stick of incense to his father.
The whole process was very quiet. The eldest brother and the younger sister were kneeling below, and they didn't say much to him, the middle child who was bent on pursuing the path of immortality.
Most likely, he is heartbroken.
Mother knelt down beside the coffin, burning the paper silently.
The whole family is immersed in sadness.
After Wu Chong finished burning the paper, he stayed behind like his elder brother and younger sister and began to greet the guests. No matter what happens in the future, he must finish his work as a son of man now. Wu Chong's body has been this father since he was a child.
He was raised as a child, which is the law of nature and human relations, so he played the role of a son very well.
It was not until evening that the guests gradually dispersed.
"This is what my father left for you."
In the evening, there was a knock on the door of the room.
The younger sister came in. She already had two children and looked more mature than him.
After the little sister left her things behind, she turned around and left.
Opening the wooden box, Wu Chong saw two letters inside, both of which were left to him by the old man. One was a reprimand to him, and the other was a letter of introduction, introducing him to study under a former classmate. It can be seen that the old man
Until his death, he did not worry about his incompetent son.
Immortal way.
It has never existed in this world.
"It is said in the classics that the mortal world is the most difficult to break. This may be part of the reason." Looking at the two letters, Wu Chong was silent for a moment.
In his mind, he recalled some stories in the classics about people who sought immortality.
The hardest thing to cut off is the worldly bond.
In addition to grievances and grudges, there are also feelings and hatreds in the world.
The love of lovers, the love of parents, and the friendship of clan members. Each of them is a kind of fetter. Some practitioners believe that only by breaking away from love and desire can one break out and become an immortal. There are some differences between Wu Chong's immortal way and the traditional way, which is placed in the orthodox cultivation of immortality.
In the eyes of the reader, his 'immortal way' has nothing to do with immortality.
But this does not prevent Wu Chong from learning from it.
Other people's immortality has nothing to do with me! What I practice is the true immortality, and everyone else is a false immortal.
Putting the letter aside, Wu Chong simply ate something and rested.
After traveling for several days, I encountered several dangers on the way. Without the blessing of extraordinary power, I would have been exhausted.
Early the next morning.
The rituals started outside. According to the custom here, the old man has stayed at home long enough. This unfilial son has also been seen. It is time to bury him in peace.
The legal work is completed.
Carrying the coffin up the mountain took several days of back and forth work before it was completed.
Some relatives and friends in the clan also left after the burial. After the excitement, it became deserted, and my mother sat alone in front of the hall in a daze.
The eldest brother is tidying up the house. He seems to have matured overnight in his twenties.
The younger sister returned to her own home. She was married and had children to take care of. Her husband's family also ate royal food. Although her status was not as good as that of the old man, she was still a prominent figure in the local area.
Wu Chong followed his elder brother to pack up the things at home.
Counting the time, I said goodbye to my mother just before the academy started school.
He has now integrated into this world and needs to slowly explore many things. Before that, he still has to live his life well.
Only those who have enough to spare can move forward.
If everything is precarious, there is no point in pursuing it.
Riverside.
Wu Chong was carrying a blue-grey package, which his mother had prepared for him.
"Here you go, take good care of yourself."
The eldest brother Wu Jiang came over and patted him on the shoulder. Originally, he had a lot to say, but after seeing the expression on his second brother, he finally merged into one sentence. The two brothers have decided their direction since they were young. The eldest brother is not as smart as him. Read
He didn't go to school, so he went out to work early in the morning. His father also arranged an identity for him, which could barely support the family business. The second son, Wu Chong, was the hope of the family. He had been extremely smart since he was a child. The family originally arranged for him to take the imperial examination.
It's a pity that he gave up on it himself.
Just because he wants to pursue immortality.
Because of this incident, the father and son had a falling out very early. Wu Chong ran away from home and wandered alone for many years, until this time he came back.
But this time, many things have changed.
The stubborn old man is no longer here either.
The living will continue.
"Don't get involved in the matter of seeking immortality anymore. My father is gone and the family is no longer what it used to be."
The younger sister also came up and gave him some things, but when she saw Wu Chongzhi who was about to board the ship, she couldn't help but say something.
In the past, my father was responsible for all the expenses of seeking immortality.
Now that their father is gone, they have become the backbone of the family, and it is time to let go of the willfulness they had when they were young. Especially this letter of introduction is the last trace of warmth left after the father passed away. If they cannot grasp it well, they will have to let go of it in the future.
Where to go.
"I see."
Wu Chong nodded in agreement.
When he left this time, only his elder brother and younger sister came to see him off. His mother was in poor health, so she did not go out.
"The ship is sailing! The ship is sailing!"
The boatman's impatient voice came from behind.
"Brother, little sister, please go back early."
Wu Chong bowed his hands and turned around to get on the boat.
As the boatman rowed, the boat moved away from the shore little by little. Wu Chong's eyes swayed as he looked at the figures getting further and further away from the shore.
"Can you achieve Daluo enlightenment by cutting off the fate of the earthly world?"
he does not know.
Because no one has traveled this road.
Jinzhou.
It is a large state capital under the jurisdiction of the imperial court. Its prosperity is far beyond the Wu family's hometown. Wu Chong once came here when he was seeking immortality in the past, and he also found two 'hermit masters' here.
It's a pity that these hermit masters have disappointed him. Although they have some unique skills, they are completely different from the immortal way he imagined.
After paying the boat fare, Wu Chong arrived at the academy with ease.
"A student?"
The doorman looked at Wu Chong, who was wearing a soldier's uniform, and asked cautiously.
"Trouble."
Wu Chong thanked him and handed over the letter in his hand.
After his memory awakened, he had no intention of seeking immortality anymore. With his own vision and knowledge, the 'hermit masters' in this world might not be as good as him. Instead of trying his luck aimlessly, it would be better to
Accumulate yourself first and find answers from existing cultural heritage.
This is also the reason why he agreed to come to the academy.
"Hold on."
The doorman took the letter, responded politely, and led Wu Chong to the side hall.
The layout of the side hall is very elegant, with old porcelain teapots placed on the mahogany tables and chairs, and the surrounding walls are covered with calligraphy and paintings, including some works by famous artists. From this, we can see the identity and status of the academy master, Dad
This classmate of mine should have a lot of energy.
"Are you Wu Qiren's son?"
An old voice sounded.
Looking back, I happened to see a middle-aged man wearing a gray and white Confucian shirt walking out.
Su Tianzheng, a Taoist scholar in Jinzhou, was his father's classmate and best friend. He probably wrote more than one letter before his death. The Taoist scholar also received it in advance, otherwise he would not have come out to see him in person.